from mo feng's perspective, the scene was nothing short of magic. inside the shimmering, nearly invisible dome, her elder sister and sister yubing looked like gods or fairies from the stories her mother told her. the morning mist, which was just plain fog to everyone else, swirled around their feet like obedient clouds. swords, which were usually just heavy things the guards carried, flashed like arcs of silver and pure light in their hands.
su yubing, in her purple robe, moved like flowing violet clouds, her long hair glinting like a river of gold where the sun kissed it. she was so elegant, so beautiful, it made mo feng's little heart ache. mo yuxin danced opposite her, wild and fiery, her blade slicing through the air with laughter on her lips, looking like a hero from a legend. every time their swords met, tiny, bright stars would explode between them before vanishing. it wasn't a fight; it was the most beautiful dance she had ever seen.
