Plumes of pristine feathers, ethereal like immortals, fluttered between heaven and earth, casting a pure, graceful dance upon everything, bathing it in their radiant light.
There was no splendid, luxurious brocade, no dazzling jewels, and no carved makeup, yet the woman, standing with her bare face exposed to the sky, possessed the refined elegance of an orchid.
Merely by standing there, she alone constituted a magnificent scroll of exquisite, lightly inked artwork, where every blank space was imbued with meaning.
The disciples of Huoyun Mountain, who had been practicing their martial arts, were now frozen like statues, their eyes fixated on her breathtaking form, forgetting to continue their exercises.
"It turns out to be Master Dugu from Wanshou Mountains and Rivers."
The awakened elder of Huoyun Mountain recognized the woman's identity, stepped forward to salute, and asked, "May I know what brings Master Dugu to our Huoyun Mountain?"