Unfortunately, the light gauze obscures the pavilion, only a faint shadow of two young girls sitting together, talking to each other can be seen.
"It's said that the Sixth Princess is also very beautiful, but she rarely shows her face. Today, she's actually left the palace." Ting Hua stretched her neck to look, "Alas, can't see her clearly at all."
She turned back, just about to continue speaking, when two knocks sounded from below the pavilion.
Startled, several people looked over—especially the cultivators were most shocked, none of them noticed someone approaching—a young man carrying a straw hat and sword, dust-laden and with mud on his boots, stood there without anyone knowing when he arrived.
His black eyes were like wells, his sword-like brows sharp, his face showing some fatigue. He looked up: "May I ask, is the sword assembly almost over?"
"...It's just reached halfway."
