At the foot of the mountain, a figure in white gracefully glided forward. She was a young woman of extraordinary beauty, with the highest cultivation level among the women present, having reached the Half-step Golden Core stage. Holding a Jade Zither in her hands, she moved like an ethereal breeze, gently plucking the strings as she sang. Her voice was melodious yet tinged with a trace of melancholy, deeply moving to the soul.
The white dress she wore was of a special design, as thin as a cicada's wings, with flowing ribbons and a high slit. Her jade-like legs appeared almost ivory under the bright moonlight, exuding a soft, lustrous glow. She stepped lightly on the clouds, ascending into the sky, then sat cross-legged on the cloud high above, slowly descending. Below, eight dancers rose beside her, dancing to the accompaniment of the zither, creating a dreamlike beauty.
