Spirit of serene Dreamescape
In the midst of this commotion, 梦境之恬静灵 (Mèngjìng Zhī Tiánjìng Líng): Spirit of Serene Dreamscapes.
She emerged from the shadows, a ghostly figure clad in black robes. Her eyes were like two dark pools of ink, reflecting no light or warmth. Her skin was ashen and cold, as if she had been drained of all life and vitality. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, contrasting with her somber attire. She always carried a ring in her robes, a mysterious token of her past or her destiny.
"Mengjing snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. 'Bi zui, shut up!' She silenced the clamor with her authority, glaring at the unruly crowd."
Ye Zhi spun around, smoothing his clothes and hair with a haughty gesture, as if he was above the fray. "You shut up. Zhi Ling, Her Highness is in trouble; I must go and soothe her pain." He snapped, his voice laced with irritation.