This was the first time Su Xingyu admired a swordsmanship duel up close.
She couldn't understand the techniques or intricacies involved, only knowing that the two in the arena were so pleasing to the eye, each move seemingly imbued with some peculiar rhythm, akin to a beautiful dance.
Around the clearing, many people also in white swordsmanship attire sat quietly, serene and focused.
Unconsciously, Su Xingyu raised her camera; this match was too captivating to look away from, drawing her to photograph it. At this moment, she had long forgotten her earlier argument with Ouyang Yi, ignoring rules and prohibitions. For now, it was imperative to capture all the beautiful scenes.
Her hand was steady, pressing the shutter repeatedly, capturing each shot perfectly.
Ouyang Yi moved like a giant white eagle, advancing and retreating, and amidst the sword light and shadows, he glanced at her, a smile suddenly appearing on his handsome face, dimming the world.
