She wore a simple white dress, its hem embroidered with pale blue qin patterns—elegant in its simplicity.
Her ink-black hair was lightly pinned up with a white jade hairpin, with a few loose strands falling beside her ears and fluttering gently in the breeze.
Her features were delicate and gentle, her skin as fair as snow. Her refined facial features were understated, and there was an aloof, otherworldly air between her brows.
She held an ancient qin in her arms. Its body was entirely black, its strings fine as silk, and it emitted a faint spiritual glow.
"Yin Li, come on. Don't be so ascetic all day long."
Huang Jiuli tugged Yin Li's hand, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
"I'll take you to see something thrilling. The more you see and experience, the more openly your qin dao can progress."
Hearing this, Yin Li helplessly shook her head and looked at her best friend beside her.
How could she not understand Huang Jiuli's personality?
She had simply cultivated enough and wanted to watch some fights to relieve her boredom.
That stuff about "seeing more so her qin dao could progress openly" was nothing more than an excuse.
She did not refuse, because refusal was pointless.
Even if she refused, Huang Jiuli would drag her in by force.
After all these years, she knew this best friend of hers far too well.
"Alright,"
Yin Li said softly, her voice as gentle as the sound of a qin.
Huang Jiuli's face immediately lit up. Pulling Yin Li along, she headed into the arena.
Both of them were Sixth Grade Martial Artists, and they planned to watch battles between Sixth Grade Martial Artists.
Just then, several people passed by them, talking in low voices.
"I wonder if anyone will get eight