Third person

  Xuan Xian was struggling in the water when she suddenly felt her hand being grasped by something warm, and without thinking, she tightly held onto that hand to get ashore.

  "I think you should be able to stand up" The sudden voice made Xuan Yanran stunned, and he quickly stood up with his feet on the ground as the man said.

  A splash of water rose, and then the man saw that at this moment, the owner of the hand he was holding stood up from the water. At that moment, a strange expression gradually appeared in his clear and icy blue eyes.

  What entered his eyes was a girl, her whole body drenched, her golden long hair disheveled and scattered on her forehead and neck, but that face was still clearly visible to men, a pair of amber-colored eyes shining like gems in the moonlight, pale pink thin lips, skin so white it seemed almost translucent, with the moonlit leaves of the tree beside her reflecting a faint glow, her dazzling golden hair stood out even more strikingly in the night, yet mesmerizing, she was like a water nymph in the lake, beautiful to the point where one couldn't look away.

  "Cough, cough..." Xuan Xiran was choked by the water and started coughing, after spitting out the excess water, she could finally catch her breath. She lifted her head to see that the hand she was tightly holding onto belonged to a man, and immediately let go, saying with some embarrassment: "Thank you... thank you for saving me."

  "I didn't do anything," the man withdrew his gaze and said faintly, "You're a foreigner, aren't you?"

  Xuan Xiran was stunned for a moment, then touched her body and found that something was missing. She tensed up and was about to bow her head to search in the water when she heard the man's voice. "You're looking for this, aren't you?" As soon as she heard his words, Xuan Xiran looked towards the direction of the movement beside her, only to see her sword slowly rising to the surface of the water, surrounded by transparent water. She was startled and quickly reached out to grab her sword, and the water surrounding it also dispersed into ordinary water.

  Is it magic again? Xuan Yan was stunned, hastily turned his head back, and standing in front of him was a man dressed the same as the previous two. What's different was that he held a large longbow, which had a gold and silver color, with intricate patterns of golden and silver threads on its surface. The bowhead had wings on both sides, exquisitely crafted to dazzle one's eyes. However, unlike ordinary bows, it didn't have any bowstrings, nor did the owner have a quiver or arrows on his back.

  Even if she had many doubts about this bow in her heart, Xuan Yiran still acknowledged that it was the most gorgeous and handsome bow she had ever seen.