Western Emperor Palace.
Phoenix Palace.
"Mother!"
Wu Yiren was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, her long hair tied into a single ponytail, and her youthful, pretty face was imbued with a hint of heroism.
She hopped and skipped into the Phoenix Palace, diving into Lin Yuan's embrace.
Lin Yuan held her daughter, her eyes full of doting affection and kindness, and said softly:
"Tomorrow you will be going on stage for Magical Combat, why aren't you resting early?"
Wu Yiren stepped out of her mother's embrace, did a spin, her face filled with anticipation: "Mother, do you think this Magical Combat outfit looks good on me?"
Lin Yuan examined for a moment, her face full of pride and comfort: "My daughter has grown up, truly beautiful!"
Wu Yiren went forward again, holding Lin Yuan's arm: "Mother, when I wear this outfit on stage tomorrow, do you think Brother Lan Yin will be captivated by me?"
