In Nanzhou, the mortal world, late spring in Yunxi City is always wrapped in a faint aura. The bluestone road is soaked by morning dew, and the spiritual trees on both sides are decorated with fine flower buds. When the wind blows, the refreshing aura of the vegetation floats. Liang Yuling sat in front of the window of "Yunxiu Pavilion", twisting a strand of ice silk between her fingertips. The plain white silk thread flowed in the palm of her hand, glowing with tiny glistening lights. In the blink of an eye, she weaved half of an ice pistil flower. The lines on the petals were clearly visible, and even the luster of morning dew was perfectly imitated.
