Chapter 72 Book 2 Not a fairy but a tigress
The wind whispered ominously through the dense canopy of the ancient forest as if nature itself held its breath for the chaos to come. Li An stood at the edge of a small clearing, her calm figure radiating an ethereal presence under the muted light of the now-fading sun. Dressed in light, flowing combat robes of midnight black and adorned with faint silver patterns, she was an unshakable monument of calm. Her blade, a slender and lethal sword that shimmered faintly with an azure light, rested gently in her hand. Though it appeared unassuming, it had tasted the blood of countless foes.
