The clouds above remained unchanged.
On Yuanbi Sword Platform, the clear light spilled over the cloud sea, and a divine-like woman stood with her longsword, flawless and still seemingly invincible.
Happy Death Tower had invested so much desperation and effort into calculating such a person, and now Pei Ye empathized deeply.
Ming Yun stepped onto the sword platform, facing Gu She. Ming Yun still offered a sword salute, and Gu She nodded slightly in acknowledgement.
The sun had fully risen on the horizon like a precious gem cradled by the sea of clouds.
Ming Yun spun her Liuli, and as the two figures in white leaned toward each other, their sashes fluttering, the mirror-like longsword traced a path of utmost beauty and wonder once again.
This was not merely a sparring between two rare talents of swordsmanship but rather a clash of two pure hearts through the medium of pure swords. Witnessing such a scene was truly a rare adventure.