Purple Sun Garden.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...
In the courtyard, two figures danced gracefully, with dazzling saber Qi and domineering and scorching Palm Gang enveloping the five-zhang range around them, making this space turbulent with wind and clouds.
It was Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi sparring.
Their exchange was extremely intense, with each clash making the air emit bursts of cracking sounds, rippling in layers, yet there was no sense of killing intent, instead bringing a pleasing aesthetic, as if the two were communicating through martial arts rather than sparring.
Bang!
With a slash, Luo Feng shattered the incoming Palm Gang, swiftly drawing back, looking up at the sky, and laughing:
"It's dawn. Let's end here."
"Alright."
Yang Wanyi gently landed, her face shimmering with delicate sweat, her red lips slightly parted with her breathing, exhaling one warm breath after another, and her gold flame feather robe receding accordingly, yet her gaze held some reluctance.
