Five years later, in the back garden of a peak on Spirit Hidden Mountain, a figure was practicing martial arts.
The person was dressed in a blue brocade robe with wide sleeves, with a head of black hair loosely tied at the back with a blue ribbon, tracing a beautiful arc in the air with her movements.
Beneath her smooth forehead, a pair of big, shiny eyes seemed to contain stars, drawing people's attention, and below her straight, pretty nose, her pale pink lips shone with a gloss.
Her skin was fair; among her peers, she was considered quite tall. A red satin danced nimbly in her hand, leaving traces of light and shadow in the air, which then disappeared.
Her movements were graceful but secretly lethal; the satin in her hand appeared soft but was extremely sharp in reality. Anyone mistaking it for just an ornament would lose their life in an instant.
