A few minutes later, the ghostly figure of the lady emerged from the misty confines of Sky Mist City, soaring effortlessly through the air to meet the young man who radiated powerful spiritual energy and a fierce sword intent. Her presence was ethereal, almost unreal, as if she were a wisp of smoke yet to fully take shape. The handsome young man, standing alone in the silence, remained still as she approached, his eyes unwavering. He did not speak a word, his focus fixed on her every movement as she drew nearer.
When she was within clear view, he noted the subtle yet distinct change in her attire. She wore the same pale white robe as before, but this time, the fabric was cut differently. It no longer draped down gracefully to her ankles; instead, the hemline stopped just above her legs, offering a glimpse of the delicate skin beneath. Despite the change in length, the robe retained the same haunting simplicity, its beauty only enhanced by her ethereal presence.
