Shuyue Hua shot a meaningful glance to the side. A Kun Cultivator who had been silent the entire time—one with a cool, aloof bearing and the beauty of an Exiled Immortal—rose to her feet. "I am proficient with Sword Artifacts and would like to perform a sword dance for the Upper Envoy's entertainment. If my humble performance is deemed worthy, I ask that the Upper Envoy grant me a reward."
Du Youqian nodded. "Very well."
A Flying Sword, glinting coldly, flew from the Kun Cultivator's back and began to dance through the air.
A line of poetry surfaced in Du Youqian's mind: 'It arrives like thunder, fury barely restrained, and departs like the serene light upon a tranquil sea.'
Her Sword Control Art was truly superb.
