The moonlit brocade robe wrapped around Shangguan Yourong's slender figure, which was as delicate as a snowy mountain. The fabric was faintly glowing with silver, as if the moonlight was woven into the brocade.

Two dots of cinnabar dotted between the lips are like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, gorgeous yet cool.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains covered in darkness. When she frowns slightly, they seem to be shrouded in clouds and mist, adding a bit of mystery and depth.

The tail of the eye is slightly raised, just like the pistil of a peony with fine brushwork, full of affection, as if it can captivate people's hearts.

As she walked, her skirt surged like an undercurrent, and the layers seemed to be rippling with waves, but it did not appear messy at all.

Although the hairpin did not move, the faint fragrance had quietly come, like orchid and musk, lingering at the tip of the nose, making people intoxicated.

Although everyone in the Li family knew that Li Ping'an had a master, and that the master was in that soul ring.

The clan's imperial-level defensive formation was created by this remnant soul.

But how could the remnant soul turn into a real person after only one night?

Li Chonglou nudged his son with his arm.

"What's going on?"

Li Ping'an was also shocked. He stared at his master and fell into a daze. He didn't hear what Li Chonglou said at all.

He went to see his master last night, and apart from eating noodles late at night, there was nothing unusual.

Li Yunsheng couldn't help but sigh.

"This fairy standing next to the ancestor is really a perfect match."

After being nurtured by Li Lingge, Shangguan Yourong gained a more mature charm.

Her brows swept over everyone, and then she stood beside Li Lingge shyly.

After a day and a night, Li Lingge didn't know how to deal with herself when facing the Li family.