Dawn first broke, and the morning sunlight slipped faintly through the clouds like a fine brush painting warm colors across the canvas of the sky. Beneath the light of dawn, the earth seemed caught between sleep and waking, touched with languor and tranquility.
At that moment, a fresh breath filled heaven and earth, as though everything were quietly telling of life renewed.
In that peaceful hour, a group of figures stood out vividly in the morning light.
Some sat, some stood; some swung their fists, while others brushed the strings of a zither. Each enjoyed the strength and inspiration of a new day.
Xiao Yi was Lesser Siming, a mysterious name that represented her mysterious identity.
With her palm facing upward, her two slender fingers resembled the silver-tipped brush of a landscape painter, moving with a freehand grace as she gently traced a mysterious pattern in the air.
That was the Immortal Evergreen Vine, her martial soul.
It was the Immortal Evergreen Vine, her martial soul.
This martial soul seemed unlike any other. It appeared to possess a living spirit, moving with Xiao Yi's mood like a nimble kitten leaping between her fingers.
Her Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Flow was an extremely difficult martial technique to cultivate, demanding precise control and boundless patience. Yet she had never given up, practicing quietly every day.
Her figure was delicate and graceful, her movements agile as a fox, her hands gliding through the air like snakes.
Those roaming hands seemed to play a soundless composition, with both grand, surging melodies and subtle, exquisite rhythms.
Meanwhile, Chen Xiaojun swung his longsword in the faint morning light, vigorous as a pine, his swordplay flowing like the wind.
His soul power circulated through the air like transparent threads, appearing and disappearing with his movements.
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