The gentle lady's brows knit together firmly without a tremor, as the artificial colors on her face faded, her natural innocence was revealed.
In the deep seclusion of the silent woods stood a stunning figure gripping a jade flute, existing as if apart from this world. Her light cyan robe fluttered with the wind, an image of serenity and grace beyond words.
She turned, gazing down at the clear stream flowing beneath the mountain, composed and at ease. An elegantly crafted ancient sword hung on her back, endowing her with a touch of valiant aura, as if reminding others of her unmatched swordsmanship in all the land.
Xu Ziling, originally in a state of anxious haste, found his heart calmed at the sight of Miss Feixuan, looking like a Banished Immortal misplaced in the human realm within the woods. He took measured steps into the forest, and though his mouth opened, he feared breaking the tranquility and offending the lady.
