Under the moonlight, Mu Qianyue stood proudly, her purple dress flowing, her aura untouched by worldly dust.
Her light voice fell like smooth jade beads, striking the hearts of everyone, with a soulful magic that compelled belief in her abilities.
In the quiet surroundings, Huo Xi's enchanting and seductive voice sounded, "This is just your side of the story, why should we trust you?" Besides, he was born with a Purple Soul, with outstanding talent unrivaled by others, did he really need help? His growth was merely a matter of time.
