The pale moon illuminated the nearing rider's outline, their visage indiscernible as they flew closer and closer, until finally, a distinct appearance became revealed to the observing eye.
A flash of displeasure flitted across Li Meirong's countenance upon discovering the identity of the approaching rider, whom, to her great disappointment, was neither Xiong Mei nor Zhu Qingyue.
Similar to the ancient tales of a glorious beauty falling down from the heavens, Shu Qianqian's long flowing robes fluttered around her feminine curves as she dismounted from a flying crane in mid-air. She performed a brilliant Qinggong technique, gliding through the sky as though she descended upon a translucent staircase.
Li Meirong attempted to keep a small smile on her face and failed. Intoxicated as she was, it was that much harder to control her expression under the circumstances.
"Sister Meirong, long time no see." Shu Qianqian smiled, waving from afar as she strode forward.
