A striking white uniform, a slender and graceful figure, and hair like a flowing cloud—she was stunning beyond words, like a goddess beneath the moon.
"Qin Feng, I am your opponent this time. You must give it your all, for I will not hold back!" A small bell on her jade-like wrist chimed melodiously as a longsword appeared silently in Yue Ji's hand.
His slender eyebrows twitched. A blue light pulsed in his palm as he gripped the Beiming Divine Water Sword. A faint smile touched Qin Feng's handsome face.
"Senior Sister Yue Ji, I await your instruction!"
"Be careful, Junior Brother!" With a cool smile, the hem of her snow-white robes fluttered. She flicked her finger, and a cold glint of light appeared. It was as radiant as the bright moon, a silver-white Star River that transformed mid-flight into a maelstrom of countless icy gales, sweeping over Qin Feng.
"Hm?"
