The sect plaza was crowded yet tranquil. Rolling mountains rose in the distance, veiled in wisps of mist, while verdant leaves rustled in the breeze, mingling with an endless chorus of chirping insects.
Holding a bright little fish lantern, Xingyu ran against the wind toward the plaza. The cloud-patterned hem of her white sect robe fluttered, the jade pendants at her waist clinking like scattered pearls, and the light purple ribbon in her hair whipped wildly, occasionally lashing across her face.
Stopping her run, she frowned in annoyance and rubbed her warm, soft cheeks.
Chapter 218