The newly entered woman was the young beauty from Moon Language Valley. Her white robe was as pure as snow, and her black hair was tied with a simple white ribbon. She wore no other adornments yet managed to outshine any beauty.
As soon as she stepped down, she instantly became the focus of the entire audience. Everyone, regardless of gender, was captivated by her unparalleled charm and elegant demeanor.
Too beautiful, too pure, like a clear pool of water.
Her surname was Qin, her name, Yulian.
"Miss Yulian, allow me to learn a thing or two from you!" A man leaped over and clasped his fists towards Qin Yulian, a look of undisguised admiration on his face.
"Please!" Qin Yulian drew her sword and formed a sword technique.
The man didn't dare to be careless. Admiration was one thing, but to be publicly defeated by Qin Yulian would be a blow to his pride if he ever hoped to pursue her. He pulled out a long saber from his waist, the blade having two holes.
