The girl, clad in white, stood atop a towering rock, swaying gently in the mountain breeze. She held a long flute, truly giving the impression of a fairy descending to the mortal realm.
At this moment, the girl's brow was furrowed as she looked coldly at a few people, her face evidently filled with anger.
Ye Qingxuan said, "Young lady, these two were merely sparring, please don't take offense."
The girl glanced at them and said, "Sparring? You claim to spar, yet it means fighting to the death."
Li Shutong also said, "The young lady misunderstands, they were just sparring, not fighting to the death."
The girl snorted coldly and said to Cui Lingyun, "If I hadn't intervened early, you wouldn't know how you were knocked off the cliff."
Everyone was taken aback, as Li Qingxuan and others never expected Ling Zhenfei to be so formidable.
