The voice, delicate yet full of charm, like the patter of raindrops, drifted into the magic warship and reached Xu Qing's ears, also catching Ling'er's attention.
Ling'er's eyes widened as she looked outside suspiciously.
Xu Qing remained unfazed, and with a casual gesture, he dispelled the protective barrier of the warship. At the moment when the barrier dissipated, Ding Xue's figure emerged, stepping gracefully through the moonlit hues.
The person who appeared before Xu Qing's eyes had shoulder-length hair, dressed in a purple robe that draped down. Her hair was tied up with a golden ribbon, which shimmered under the moonlight. The ancient bronze sword she carried on her back added an aura of heroism.
Yet, she wasn't lacking in charm. Her eyes were both playful and seductive, with a smile that carried emotions. The corners of her petite mouth lifted slightly, her red lips slightly parted, exuding an inviting allure that seemed to beckon for a tender kiss.
