On the third day of October, it was the scheduled day for the duel between the E Mountain Sect and the Han Yuan Sect.
In Suxing Valley, dozens of high pavilions and spacious buildings were erected within a month. Everywhere there were towers and pavilions, mountain pavilions, and winding bridges. Over a hundred servants and maids, dressed in colorful and elegant attire, shuttled back and forth between the flowing corridors and rainbow passageways. Inside the buildings, the sounds of music and dance, and the play of zithers and flutes echoed through the air.
On a pond of several acres within the valley, half-covered with lotus leaves, a lotus flower formed by green smoke held a young girl dressed in green. Her arms were like lotus roots, her skin like snow, with lips tinged with rouge. Her jade-like toes lightly touched the lotus tips, dancing gracefully there, her delicate figure beautiful and exquisite, mirrored by the clear green waves, making her a sight of unparalleled charm.
