Three days later...
It was still the small floating island where Lin Daiyu and Annie lived. In the center of the rear courtyard, on the relatively spacious flagstone clearing in the Garden, four graceful young figures were swiftly practicing swordplay.
The leader among them was none other than Lin Daiyu.
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Today, she wore a moon-white, narrow-sleeved training outfit suited for movement, with a water-green silk sash tied around her waist. Her raven hair was simply gathered with a single red-jade hairpin. A few loose strands clung tightly to her smooth temples because of her sweat, but she had no time to concern herself with them.
As she moved, the Qiushui Sword clutched in her hand, its entire body shimmering with a faint, chilly light, occasionally gave off bursts of howling hums. Her form was exceptionally light and nimble, imbued with a strange, wondrous charm. As the sword followed her movements, she casually performed a basic Misty Rain Swordplay, executing it as naturally and seamlessly as flowing clouds and water.
Though she did not release her sword qi or circulate her spiritual power, there was still a faintly sharp sound of something slicing through the air. Sword flashes occasionally glimmered like cold stars suddenly appearing, yet also flowed endlessly like a rushing stream. Had anyone else been present, they certainly would not have been able to resist cheering her on.
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She herself showed little reaction, merely practicing with a focused expression. At the same time, the scholarly clarity between her brows strangely blended with the heroic spirit she displayed while practicing the sword, giving her an especially valiant and graceful air.
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Behind her, Jia Residence's Third Miss Tanchun, along with Daiyu's two personal maids, Zijuan and Xueyan, each held a long sword and worked hard to