Nangong Liuli walked with graceful elegance, her shimmering skirt fitting her perfectly, preventing any exaggerated movements. She slowly followed behind, her beautiful eyes observing Li Xian.
Earlier, the Poison Flower Daoist had aggressively attacked, poison fog enveloping the stage. Her heart sank, mourning Li Xian's tragic death and fearing she herself would fall into the hands of villains. Later, seeing him unharmed and radiating an unusual brilliance, she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
Her emotions fluctuated wildly, yet as the dust settled, she felt awkward and at a loss. She mourned even more for not mastering the art of the "Shimmering Garment's Elegant Movement," having stubbornly refused to learn it at the time, what a tragedy.
