This sudden sound immediately caught the attention of the seven fairy maidens. In an instant, they exchanged a doubtful glance, as if they couldn't believe their ears.
"Elder sister....."
The purple-clothed fairy maiden spoke softly, her voice delicate as a drifting thread, fearful that speaking louder might extinguish the sound entirely.
As she spoke softly, her eyes stared intently in the direction of the sound, filled with astonishment.
This purple-clothed fairy maiden was the youngest of the seven sisters and the most cherished among them all.
"I think I heard.... Chu Dazhuang's voice," she said.
As she spoke, the purple-clad fairy gently turned her head to glance at the other maidens.
"Hush."
But before the purple-clothed fairy could continue, the cyan-clothed fairy quickly placed a finger across her lips.
"Quiet."
These two simple words instantly filled the purple-clothed fairy with overwhelming joy.
It meant that what she had heard was true, without any falsehood.
