Zhao Kai's face revealed a meaningful smile, his gaze directed toward the mist-shrouded pavilions in the distance, as he respectfully cupped his hands: "I request Senior Sister Liu to testify."
As soon as the words were spoken, a clear and resounding sword cry echoed from the horizon.
Everyone looked up, only to see a streak of azure light breaking through the sky, like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan.
The figure grew closer—it was a stunning woman stepping on a flying sword.
Liu Rushuang stood gracefully against the wind in her celestial blue wide-sleeved dress, the hem swaying in the fierce wind, outlining a breathtaking and graceful curve.
She lightly tapped the sword with her jade toes, her delicate hands behind her back, her three thousand strands of black hair dancing in the wind, like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.
