On the Star Domain Battlefield, Ying Yaoshi sat inside a Starship Command Cabin, watching a holographic projection of Ning Xuan at the Alchemist competition. Bathed in the cold, silver-blue glow of the starship, he rested his long fingers against his jaw, the fragmented light of the projection dancing in the depths of his dark eyes.
Ning Xuan's silhouette was like a night-blooming cereus from an icy abyss—cold yet dazzling. Her gaze was lowered in deep concentration as she prepared the medicine, her fingertips as slender and white as carved jade. A black vine wrapped around her pale wrist swayed gently with her movements, and the light in her eyes was more brilliant than the nebulae outside the command cabin.
