At the same time.
Within the Azure Moon Sect, atop the highest point of a remote and cloud-shrouded peak, a graceful figure stepped out from the drifting mist.
She was an elegant woman with long dark hair that flowed freely behind her in the mountain wind.
Ornate hairpins adorned her carefully arranged locks, trailing soft blue ribbons that fluttered like strands of flowing water.
Her robes were a refined blend of pale lavender and white, layered with ethereal grace, and cinched at the waist by a deep purple sash.
In one hand, she lightly held a black folding fan, the edge of it resting near her chin as she walked with calm, measured steps.
The air around her carried a quiet pressure unique to those who stood near the peak of the sect's hierarchy.
Before long, she arrived in front of a solitary pavilion nestled among the clouds.
Without hesitation, she lowered herself into a respectful bow.
