Without realizing it, Liu Qingdai's breathing began to grow more and more rapid. The warm light of the morning sun shone on her fair, delicate face, which seemed like a peach blossom in spring, adding a touch of bewitching seduction. Her eyes, originally bright and clear, now brimmed with ripples, shimmering with allure.
"Despicable..."
Liu Qingdai noticed something was wrong, feeling warmth on her cheeks and a faint pink hue rising at the tips of her ears. The sword in her hand began to weaken in its movements.
CLANG!
The sword was parried, and Liu Qingdai felt a great force strike her chest. She lost control and was sent flying backward.
"Oh, looks like this young lady hasn't been married off yet; she can't even handle this," sneered a disciple from the Wonderous Palace. She held a jade bottle in the palm of her hand. Powder trickled out of it and silently blended into the air.
"This Wonderous Powder is really useful."
