From Leng Yue's perspective, Ning Xuan approached, walking on a seven-colored radiance. A golden glow outlined her slender figure. Her black hair fluttered behind her shoulders, and her delicate eyes glittered like tempered, cold stars. When the mountain breeze lifted her wide, dark sleeves, it revealed a red, flowering branch coiled around her wrist.
With a flick of her hand, the red, flowering branch from her wrist fell to the ground. Upon landing, the small, delicate crimson seedling suddenly shot up, growing to over ten meters tall in an instant. Gnarled, black-red vines twisted like dragons, covered in black and red patterns. They were immensely thick and massive. Each branch resembled a snake flicking its tongue, and the main stalk was as thick as a grown man's leg, its forked tips sprouting crescent-shaped poisonous thorns.
