The full moon hung high in the sky.
There were green trees and artificial mountains in the garden.
Beside a pool of clear water sat an elegant pavilion with cornices and flowing corners, red pillars, and green tiles.
In the pavilion, First Young Miss Qin was in a white dress. She had fair skin and gorgeous looks, looking like a divine being who had descended to the mortal world. She was sitting there quietly, looking at the moon in a daze.
Outside the pavilion, under the plum blossom tree.
A cold girl in a green dress was holding a sword. As she practiced the sword, her dress fluttered in the breeze, along with her thick black hair.
This time, the sword seemed to be much gentler than last time.
Luo Qingzhou took a look.
Then, he looked straight ahead and walked to the pavilion. He cupped his hands and lowered his head at the dazed girl inside. "First Young Miss."