"Let that brat, always so arrogant and despicable, finally meet his karma now."
Someone exclaimed, "Duanmu Fairy's skill is indeed unmatched in the world..."
Someone yearned, "Not only powerful but also stunning."
"Such beauty with celestial grace, untouched by the mortal world."
"When will Duanmu Fairy notice me? Just one look, that's all I wish for..."
"Can you have some dignity?"
"Exactly..."
There were also some ambitious young talents who lamented:
"In this life, I only wish to compete with Duanmu Fairy at the Sword Discussion Conference, to showcase all I've learned in front of her, to stand against her, even if I die at her hands in the end, I will die without regret..."
Their words carried a hint of nostalgia and a touch of tragedy.
A group of sect disciples, imagining the chance to duel with the aloof fairy who resides as if atop the peak of an icy mountain, untainted by worldly dust.
Imagining the scene where their Taoist skills intertwine.
