Li Qinghong's jade-like fingers spread open, grasped, and turned—the spear flipped over like a streak of white light, and in the blink of an eye, it went from being held horizontally to being gripped upright, extending straight out with the flat and long tip pointing diagonally towards the ground, buzzing loudly.
"Du Ruo!"
Li Qinghong's voice was clear and bright, her eyes like shining stars. Clad in jade armor and long boots, her naturally valiant and elegant figure, paired with the spear, took on a thrilling air that immediately caught everyone's attention.
Practically all the Qi Cultivators from the family had arrived. Tian Youdao and An Zhiyan, the eldest among them, remained calm, whereas Tian Zhongqing and Xu Gongming both became momentarily distracted before hurriedly averting their gaze.
The Dou Clan's lady, in her red dress, looked enviously at her niece.
"Good!"
