At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,Facing away, she was stretching her slender limbs, each joint cracking softly with a "pop" as it moved. Then slowly she turned...。