Fuguang was born with a chilly grace like the moon, unattainably noble, a veritable goddess in quiet moments.
But at this time, that goddess-like demeanor turned fierce, her movements ruthless. It didn't take many strikes before the feather duster in her hand snapped in two, and she looked somewhat regretful.
The scene was too beautiful, Mingshu could hardly bear to look directly at it.
Just then, a group of people dressed in White Lotus Sect attire quickly surrounded the cottage.
Bai Shuixin stepped out from the crowd. She still wore her ethereal white robe, though it seemed she had taken extra care with her appearance this time. Her gaze swept past Mingshu, darkening slightly, but she didn't linger on Mingshu this time and looked straight at Fuguang instead.
Their gazes met in mid-air, as if sparks invisible to the naked eye were flying.
Mingshu immediately perked up, her eyes gleaming with excitement: How thrilling!
In terms of temperament, the two had some similarities.