The next day, dawn had just broken.
Creak~
Lu Changsheng pushed open the courtyard gate. Morning light cascaded like a waterfall over his brand-new azure robe.
That robe was no ordinary fabric, but woven from a spiritual material known as Cloud Silkworm Silk. Its color resembled distant mountains veiled in dark mist, while fine silver lightning patterns were embroidered along the cuffs and hem, faintly flowing with his steps as though thunder slept within his robes. The jade crown binding his hair had also been replaced. Set against green jade was a strand of seven-colored lightning, making his handsome features appear ever more refined and steady.
Murong Taxue followed closely behind. Her moon-white gown trailed across the ground, its skirt embroidered with a scene of winter plum blossoms standing proud against snow, stitched from Ice Silkworm Silk. A tiny Ice Soul Bead adorned the heart of every blossom. As she walked, a misty chill drifted around her, yet it was not biting, merely lending her an aloof, otherworldly air, like a fairy from the moon palace descending into the mortal world. Her hair was piled high, with a Moonlight Hairpin slanted through it. The tassels hanging from its head swayed lightly with her steps, making the face of the North Divine Domain's foremost beauty even more breathtakingly exquisite.
Lin Qingxuan wore a plain white fitted outfit, a light cyan silk sash tied around her waist. The Qing Ling Sword hung from it, its tassel gently swaying in the breeze. She wore no makeup, and her clear, graceful face carried the liveliness and anticipation unique to a young girl. A simple white-jade butterfly hairpin adorned her hair, making her seem all the more vibrant and full of youthful vigor.
"Brother, Sister Taxue, are you ready yet?" Lin Qingxuan stood outside the