Inside the dilapidated temple, the sudden appearance of Fairy Jinghong caused all three of us to tense up instantly.
Without a sound, Li Xunhuan stepped in front of me and Lin Shiyin, a flying blade already pinched between his fingers. "Fairy, to visit in the dead of night—what is the meaning of this?"
Fairy Jinghong walked slowly into the temple. Moonlight filtered through the shattered roof, casting mottled shadows across her delicate features. She wore a pristine white dress, a soft silver-wire sash tied at her waist. Her movements were as fluid as flowing clouds, without the slightest sound.
Chapter 33