"You've already met Dongfang Suyu, dressed in a blue robe, cold and solitary as a lonely peak beneath the moon, standing aloof from the world. And I'm sure Dongfang Feihong's burning battle spirit left a lasting impression on you, too." Dongfang Nishang began to ramble.
Meng Huanxi of the Hehuan Sect still stood atop the snowy peak, a thread of crimson affection wound around her fingertips. Her eyes brimmed with charm as they shifted from side to side.
Bai Zhentian of the Heavenly Saint Sect stood with his hands behind his back, faint arcs of lightning flickering around him, as if the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens had descended.
Donghuang Yufeng stood atop the clouds, a pair of crimson-gold wings spread behind him, blazing like the sun. The pressure of ancient bloodlines flowed through each feather.
The Mystic Heaven Mirror in Nalan Ming's sleeve slowly revolved, holding within it all the myriad things of the universe.
Baili Wenqiu of Hundred Flowers Valley held a golden-budded white orchid, not yet in bloom, delicately between her fingers. She appeared gentle and refined, yet hidden beneath that gentleness was murderous intent.
Sima Liuyun of Phoenix Academy held a scroll of scripture, golden characters circling around him. Every single one weighed as heavy as a thousand jun.
Atop the twelve peaks, the few who truly held sway over the world finally revealed themselves.
Her plain skirts fluttering, Baili Wenqiu, Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley, stood quietly in midair. Wherever she stood, phantoms of flowers bloomed and withered from thin air, forming a cycle of rebirth and death.
Nalan Qiankun's black robe snapped in the gale. His hair was white as snow, yet his eyes reflected the sight of stars collapsing... This Sect Master of the Mystic Heaven Sect had not left his