Lin Wanqing stepped forward gracefully, her posture akin to a willow swaying in the breeze.
With a gentle expression and eyes full of concern, she softly spoke to Gugela, "Princess, do not be alarmed. Look at this Vermilion Bird, its feathers seem to burn like fierce flames, each one imbued with mysterious and unpredictable power. It can soar into the sky with a mere spread of its wings, illuminating the darkness like a blazing sun; and behold that White Tiger, its snowy white body like jade, pure and flawless. The king-character pattern on its forehead exudes regal dominance, its strength boundless, enough to awe any small-minded foes. They are both auspicious beasts that guard this world. With their divine assistance, you can rest assured, Princess."
Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, lightly brushing through Gugela's heart.
Upon hearing this, Gugela's initially shocked expression gradually softened, with surprise turning into delight and anticipation.
