Poetry added an implicit charm to a woman. Love allowed them to be indomitable.

Hongyan’s white dress was red now. Her pretty and elegant eyes were capable of seducing others but she was the one seduced in this case.

A spirit flew out of the Voidbreaking Sword. It was a blue qilin appearing on the sword tip, carrying an unstoppable sharpness capable of slicing through the firmament and shattering great mountains. 

“Pa!” Nangong Hongyan took out her purple zither. This was left behind by a senior from the Supreme Beauty Pavilion, made from violet sandalwood for the base and icy silkworm for the strings. So many courtesans adored it so it had an ancient and beautiful fragrance accumulated through time.

She flicked her finger and a sound wave surged forward. It turned into a round formation and ten shields to stop the Voidbreaking Sword.

“Boom!...