Then, they flew off in a single direction, their orderly formations resembling trained soldiers. Everyone looked toward the direction from which the flute music was coming, only to see a young woman in white slowly approaching.
The woman possessed a delicate and refined countenance; her face was like meticulously carved jade, fair and smooth. Her gaze carried a frosty detachment, like an icy winter lake that made people reluctant to approach her casually. She held a jade flute in her hand, which emitted a warm luster as if it were a part of her very body.
Her footsteps were light, every step seeming to float upon the water's surface without stirring a speck of dust. "Your Southwest Poison Sect has committed countless atrocities, yet today you still dare to commit murder here." The woman's voice was as cold as her flute, carrying an unquestionable majesty, like the pronouncement of justice itself.
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