Heaven Sword disciple… such delicate beauty wasted on righteous fools,he sneered, voice dripping with mockery.
Come quietly, little flower. My sect values rare treasures.
You dare to taint the name of the Heavens for such filth?She answer her voice was calm, crystalline, carrying both grace and venom. She took one measured step forward, her sword drawing from its sheath with a silver whisper. Qi gathered around her like drifting petals, luminous and sharp.
Courting death,she said softly not shouted, but breathed like a verdict. The leader’s smirk faltered as spiritual pressure flooded the clearing, her Peak Foundation Establishment cultivation surging to its peak. The mist shivered. The trees bent. Her gown rippled in the surge of qi, radiant and untouchable.
Come, then,she murmured, her blade rising to meet the moon.