Celestial Dippers Clash with Blade Deities, Bai Xing’s Fighting Spirit Ignites!

A bright, cold moon hung in the ink-black sky, casting down a silvery radiance as though freezing all the noise and turmoil of the mortal world within its chilly, crystalline light. That lonely moon seemed to speak of an indescribable solitude. It illuminated the earth, as well as a secluded pond. At the pond's edge, Liang Nanfeng stood alone like a fairy beneath the moon. Tonight, she wore a plain white dress that danced lightly in the night breeze, its sleeves fluttering.