Yue Chan stood still, a radiant glow at the center of her brows, where there was a small dancing woman manifested, though tiny and in the form of a brand, she appeared vividly lifelike.
This was quite peculiar, for someone to have such a thing at their brow!
Regardless, she was unharmed, which brought relief to Shi Hao, having finally weathered a tribulation.
Yue Chan's figure was tall and lithe, her skin snow-white and radiant. Incredibly, she remained unmarred, even her jet-black hair seemed brighter, giving her a vibrant, lively air.
Above her head, the green moon was still transforming, gradually enlarging, the fairy shadow within it becoming clearer, as if standing proudly upon the clouds, seemingly about to descend from the realms above.
"Pop!"
She dispersed like a bubble, turning into mist and fusing into the green moon, and finally, the entire green moon turned into a ball of firelight, shrouding Yue Chan in exceptionally peaceful warmth without spreading any heat.
