In the Kingdom of Thunder Sound, near the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Buddhas, a sixteen-year-old girl was joyfully running through the streets.

Her long, thick black hair cascaded down her back, with a white pearl hairpin on the right side, revealing a beautiful and delicate face, as fair as the bright moon.

Her eyes were as black as lacquer, clear as autumn water, and seemed to be filled with endless starlight, dazzling and captivating.

The golden sunlight from the sky fell on the girl in a green floral dress, dancing and twirling on her skirt.