Sixth Senior Sister was dressed in a gown of cyan, embroidered with subtle butterfly patterns. Her black hair was gathered up by a butterfly-shaped tassel, and a butterfly carved from a luminous pearl graced her forehead, casting a faint, ethereal glow. Her brows were delicately traced, and though she wore no makeup, she could not conceal her stunning beauty. A crystal necklace rested at her throat, accentuating the clarity of her collarbone, while a white jade bangle on her wrist highlighted her snow-white skin. On her feet, she wore gilded shoes adorned with precious stones.
Her beautiful eyes flickered with a gaze like a pale butterfly that had lost its breath in the darkness. Her expression was indifferent, like a fairy untainted by the mortal world, yet a smile played on her lips—transient, ethereal, and brilliant as fireworks.
With a long, piercing cry, the shadow of a colossal Green Luan manifested behind her. The massive phantom swept outward, relentlessly striking those in its path.
Chapter 545