The next day, as the morning mist began to clear, the sun rose in the east.
A thin layer of vapor drifted through the valley, like a veil as thin as a cicada's wing. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of grass and trees, and crystal-clear dewdrops hung upon the leaves. A gentle breeze blew, swaying the branches and sending dewdrops sliding down the leaves to the ground, where they vanished into the soil in an instant.
Amidst the crisp and pleasant chirping of birds, Su Ci opened her eyes. She stood up, stretched lazily, took out the Ziluoyuan from her waist, and practiced the Xiangyi Supreme Sword through the morning light.
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