An absolute beauty gazes at the bright moon, lost in thought.
At this moment, a crane's cry pierces the clouds.
In the distance, a fist-sized white dot emerges from the clouds, darting forward like an arrow. Initially the size of a fist, it transforms into a gigantic celestial crane upon reaching the mountain peak.
The celestial crane spreads its wings, spanning twenty to thirty meters, with a patch of bright red on its head, eyes like lightning, and claws like hooks, majestic and fearless. Each wingbeat stirs up a violent storm, twisting the surrounding air fiercely, its presence terrifying.
Whoosh!
The air currents surge as the celestial crane lands beside the woman, and a young man with a sword on his back jumps down from it.
"Greetings, Sister Cang Nanyue!"
The young man with the sword gives a salute to the woman, his demeanor and words full of respect.
