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A Ping Character made of pure gold, with bold black lettering, constantly showcases the arrogance and nobility of Jing Tian'ao, the favored child of heaven. However, this so-called nobility is nothing but a great mockery in Huxin's eyes.
"Miss, for... Fifth Young Lady?" Qing Yan looked at Huxin in disbelief.
Huxin coldly chuckled and said lightly, "Yes, do as I say. Go."
"Yes, Miss." Qing Yan did not dare to delay and left the room holding the brocade box.
"Miss Xia refuses Prince Ping's Colorful Cloud Garment, perhaps waiting for Master Hong's Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow." A hearty voice suddenly rang out. Almost simultaneously, Mo Chuan swiftly drew his long sword from his waist; in a flash of shadows, he was already entangled in combat with a dark figure lurking nearby. The two shadows fought fiercely; if it weren't for the purple glazed sword in the opponent's hand, it would have been impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Huxin had never known Mo Chuan's lightness skill was so formidable. She recalled how he had stood still at a distance to catch Liang Siqian's deliberately toppled screen; at that time, Mo Chuan had left everyone with the impression of being a taciturn ordinary guard.
The newcomer was dressed in black, highly skilled, wielding a purple glazed long sword. Since he mentioned Master Hong, he must be one of Master Hong's thirteen hawks—the Black Hawk.
The two shadows continued to fight mid-air. Mo Chuan was not inferior to the Black Hawk in lightness skills, but every strike from the Black Hawk’s purple glazed sword emitted a cold purple light that easily interfered with Mo Chuan's movements. Although Mo Chuan was quicker than the Black Hawk in attack speed, he lacked the ruthlessness of his opponent.
"If Master Hong is here to deliver gifts, does he intend to tear down my courtyard as a return gift? I never said I would accept the gift!" Huxin spoke coldly, her expression as frosty as autumn frost.
It was bad enough that she couldn't rest well at night; now there was open fighting in her courtyard. Gu Xuanhong was being too presumptuous.
While others regarded him as a figure whose stomp could shake the Vast Continent, she Xia Huxin thought he was nothing at all!
The Black Hawk, who had been enjoying an intense spar with Mo Chuan, paused upon hearing Huxin's words. He retracted his long sword and lightly tapped the treetop with his toes, executing a graceful spin to land steadily in front of Huxin.
At the same time, Mo Chuan arrived in front of Huxin.
Huxin waved her hand, signaling Mo Chuan to step aside.
"Miss Xia, Master Hong personally selected the Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow to present to you. Tomorrow, before departing for Luoming Mountain, we hope you will honor us by wearing the evening glow attire gifted by Master Hong. At that time, Master Hong will also appear at Luoming Mountain to meet with you and discuss life and cultivation."
After speaking, the Black Eagle carefully took out a palm-sized brocade box from his pocket. The box was only as large as Huxin's hand but was exquisitely crafted and luxurious. Made of rosewood, it was adorned with rare Pink Nightlight gems embedded around its edges, their soft pink hues blending into the boundless night, exuding an indescribable mysterious beauty.
The Black Eagle opened the brocade box, revealing a butterfly pattern that sprang to life before their eyes. The colorful butterfly was vibrant and vivid, as if it could fly out of the box at any moment.
"Is this a piece of clothing?" Huxin squinted her eyes, but her gaze remained calm and tranquil. The Black Eagle felt a mix of admiration and surprise at Huxin's serene reaction. If it were an ordinary woman witnessing this scene, she would likely be so excited that she could hardly speak.
This was a Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow, woven only once every hundred years! How could Miss Xia remain so composed and indifferent?
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