The half moon hangs high in the sky, and the island is swept by a great nighttime wind.
The slender girl's black skirt flutters, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Her eyes sweep calmly across everyone around her, and even surrounded by five people, there is no fear in her gaze, but rather a defiant light shining forth.
"You didn't tear the invitation letter?"
The cultivator standing opposite the young girl has an androgynous appearance, almost indistinguishable in gender, yet his demeanor is quite elegant. One hand is held behind his back with his sword, and the other rests on his abdomen, paired with a Seven Stars robe, displaying an air of nobility.
"Why tear it?"
The black-skirted girl retorts coldly, her voice like cold springs flowing down a mountainside.
"You managed to hold us for an instant, but not to tear the letter and escape, instead you crushed a bone?"
One of the five looks at the bone dust blowing away in the wind from the girl's hand, confused.
