The drum sound just now was unmistakably the attack of Sword Qi on the drum, its reverberations lingering, revealing the woman's profound mastery of the art of swordsmanship.
Before the audience could applaud, a wind arose with the swords, and the slender, outstanding figure turned, the snow-white hem of her garment spinning with her, rising against the wind like a white crane soaring through the clouds.
When the frost-colored sword flowers spun, they were like grasping the clouds of the sky; the Sword Qi struck the drum with a sound like sands of the vast sea, overwhelming the land of Sky Cloud, vast and boundless, at first as a silent drizzle moistening everything, then gradually becoming colder and more intense, washing away the dust of the Mortal World in an overnight rain.
