Lin Wanqing was like a blue lotus defiantly blooming amidst the raging flames of battle, her figure light and graceful, her expression calm and composed, exuding a natural elegance and resilience.
At this moment, she unleashed the exquisite "Longevity Swordsmanship," in an instant, sword flowers sparkled, cold light spread in all directions, resembling stars falling to earth or frost and snow dancing across the sky. Each sword shadow contained endless sharpness, slicing the air into fragments.
She, Lan Xiaodie, and her twelve Sword Maids were instantly swept into a thrilling life-and-death battle.
In the thick of the fight, Lin Wanqing held her exquisitely carved jade-like son steadily and tightly with her left hand.
The little guy slept sweetly, his little face rosy like a ripe apple, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks.
