As dusk approached, the evening sun nestled against the mountain, the sunset clouds resembling crimson roses, embellishing the sky with a cascade of vibrant hues.
Within the boundless expanse of Yun Tian, two streaks of tunneling light sped forth from the northern horizon.
Liu Yanyi held steady her spell, the colorful ribbons at her sleeve corners fluttering gently in the wind, flying swiftly at the forefront.
By now, she no longer bore the appearance of the little girl from years past; she had grown into a graceful and elegant beauty, her teeth gleaming like carved ivory, eyes reminiscent of autumn pools. She donned a pure white Feather Robe, with a shimmering trail of Clear Light beneath her feet, lending her an ethereal aura, like a pristine lotus emerging from mortal dust.
