The nuns of the Hengshan Sect witnessed the astonishing reversal of the situation as Shi Feiyang, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, vanquished the formidable enemies with his extraordinary martial skills and powerful force.
Their cheers and joyous shouts intertwined and reverberated atop Heng Mountain, akin to a grand celebration that shook the soul.
The sound was filled with the ecstatic joy of survival after a disaster, resembling the ice-breaking streams of spring, rushing continuously, brimming with life and vitality.
Their cheeks flushed with excitement, as splendid as the evening glow on the horizon. Their clear laughter flitted freely through the cold air, like the melodious singing of orioles in spring, adding a touch of warmth to the bleak and barren winter.
Liao Ran and Ruo Ran, the two pretty nuns, embraced tightly on the brink of life and death.
Their bodies trembled slightly, tears welling up in their eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.
