Yili's face is absolutely beautiful, like jade meticulously sculpted by the heavens, her skin fairer than snow, exuding a gentle glow under the sunlight, her eyes like a clear spring, bright and lucid.
She is clad in a white long dress, its hem fluttering with the wind, much like a celestial being descended to the mortal world, emanating an extraordinary and refined aura. At this moment, her gaze is resolute as a boulder, her long sword in hand, executing the supreme technique of her school, the "Mist Swordsmanship."
She raises her sword in hand, the blade quivering lightly, emitting a buzzing resonance.
She begins with a subtle flick of the sword tip, seemingly casual, yet containing profound inner strength and exquisite skill.
The sword tip instantly transforms into several cold stars, akin to a spiritual snake flicking its tongue, fiercely and precisely thrusting towards Xie Zhichuan's throat.
