Inside the Jade Bamboo Pavilion.

As Li Yan was dragged away and Yang Tianming departed, the earlier chaos and scent of blood seemed to gradually dissipate, leaving only an eerie tranquility.

Zhao Yanran pinched a simple Dust-Clearing Technique with her fingertips.

A gentle glow swirled, brushing away the few bloodstains and dust that had accidentally stained her skirt, restoring her pristine and delicate appearance.