Mao Caiwei Comes To Xia Family Manor

The gates of the Xia Family Manor slid open with a gentle hiss, revealing three figures descending from the sky. Xia Qingwu, her eyes sparkling with excitement, landed gracefully on her flying sword, a confident smile playing on her lips.

Beside her, Liu Xue touched down with a practiced ease, her expression unreadable as always.

Between them, nestled nervously on her own borrowed blade, was a young woman with wide, apprehensive eyes. This was Mao Caiwei, a recent Outer Sect Disciple of the Jade Lotus Palace and sole survivor of the Stone Mountain Sect's destruction.

Wang Li, clad in his trademark White Eagle Mask, stood waiting at the entrance.

A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he spotted Xia Qingwu. With practiced ease, he swept her into a tight embrace, his voice a husky whisper against her ear.