The curtain on the flying ship parted, and a figure in deep purple billowed forth!
Her features were as delicate as a fine-brush painting. She wore a deep purple, intricately layered robe with maroon trim. Her white hair drifted in the air, and beneath her purple skirt peeked a pair of blue silk shoes, each adorned with two peach blossoms that seemed to take flight. The triple-tiered edging of her robe swayed gently, accentuating her exceptionally slender waist. Her pale, slender hands had nails tinted a striking purple.
Pausing briefly, she surveyed everything before her.
The appearance of this person instantly caused a flash of panic in the eyes of everyone present. They hurriedly bowed their heads and said,
"Greetings, Ninth Elder..."
Dan Wulan's eyes swept toward Mo Li and Mo Fan, her voice then rising sharply in rebuke,
"Have you nothing better to do?"
"Is this how you use the swords of the Sword Sect?"
"Who started this?"
