101 Chapters Poetry Elite

The banquet must have had a moment when it was entirely a still picture, in which the lamps inside the building shone like daylight, and the brocade-clad guests either sat or stood, with golden silk jade shoes and shell inlay hairpins swaying in the shadows of their cups, all eyes directed towards the same spot, as if it was the only bright area.

It was indeed the center of the Sword Field, where the girl in white had not yet sheathed her sword. She stood at a slight angle, with her head tilted and her lips lightly pursed, her face still showing traces of loss; while four steps in front of her, the cold-eyed boy stood like a Sword Qi, his sword pointing straight ahead, beneath which lay an old man with a Buddha-like face, his expression grim and rigid.

Later, Jiang Yin'er would recall this moment, and suddenly tilt her head to say, "So at that time, it was not until that moment that we only saw each other's back."

"Right—my back looked pretty cool, didn't it?"