A glaringly bright light pierced through his eyelids, generating a familiar pain as inner strength and a nascent will erupted to strenuously open them. As the eyes gradually adapted to the light, gaining clarity of the external world, the sight of a young woman's face became his world. Her countenance was incomparably delicate, as gorgeous as the full moon standing at the forefront of endless stars, as brilliant as the brightest solar star, and as beautiful as physically possible.
The same familiar thought surfaced once again: If fairies existed, she was the queen of them all.
Wei Wuyin found himself in the warmth of dainty and soft arms holding him while faintly trembling; he was welcomed by the silver-colored irises of the young woman before him. And despite the color of the world being dullish, an intermix of black, white, and grey, the clarity of those eyes were images he would never forget in his lifetime, after death, or even if his soul was destroyed by the Heavenly Daos.
