Her dress fluttered in the wind, her posture graceful, as if she were the Guanghan Fairy, stepping on air, beautiful beyond mortal comparison.
In the fleeting moment of retreat, her left hand moved like a spiritual snake emerging from its lair, swiftly reaching for the Ice Soul Cold Jade Hairpin amid her hair.
This hairpin was crystal clear throughout, like a millennium-old ice sculpted into the shape of a hairpin, exuding a trace of chill. It was not only her beloved treasure but also a lethal weapon for self-defense.
Her slender fingers skillfully pressed the mechanism at the end of the hairpin, and in an instant, an unforeseen icy storm descended.
Countless ice needles shot out from the tip of the hairpin, densely packed, resembling a torrential meteor storm falling in the night sky, rapidly shooting towards Cui Yu.
