"Qingluan, you're amazing!" The first to speak wore a dark red feather robe. Unlike Qingluan's robe, which looked incomparably soft, this dark red one was made of six bundles of feathers of varying lengths tightly fitted together. The tips of the feathers grew progressively shorter toward the right in a wavy pattern, exceptionally sharp and shimmering with a faint, crimson glow that sent a chill down the spine. Yet as the wearer ran, the robe rose and fell with her steps without looking eerie or terrifying; instead, it appeared boundlessly lively, combining with the sunlight to create a fascinating sight.
Similarly, there was a marking between her brows, but unlike Qingluan's, Hongni's brow marking was a deep, bright red. Just a few simple strokes traced the outline of a proud phoenix holding its head high and gazing affectionately toward the right. Two short, rabbit-ear-shaped feathers on her head were hidden within her dark red hair, swaying constantly in the breeze and making her look immensely vibrant.
"Your footwork is amazing, just like this, and then—" The woman tried to mimic the moves. To Jian Xin, the woman's movements looked almost identical to Qingluan's just moments before, yet they lacked that certain spirit and charm. She had merely learned the superficial appearance without a trace of Qingluan's elegant and effortless poise.
Chapter 75