Three months later, the Jiangnan region was shrouded in a misty drizzle.
Su Jinhuan stood at the bow of the boat in plain white martial attire, the Xuanyuan Sword slung diagonally across her waist, the red silk tied around its hilt fluttering gently in the fine rain.
On the water beyond the gunwale, ripples like shattered jade continuously spread outward, reflecting the faint, distant blue-tiled white walls. This ought to have been a tranquil Jiangnan ink wash painting, yet it was tinged with an eerie undertone by the occasional flash of purple patterns across her sleeves.
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