A pair of dark, golden eyes shone with a starry light. Those beautiful pupils seemed to be made from the most precious gems that Davis had ever seen but were something common among the Dynastic Evernight Phantasm Spirits.
Two hands were placed on the bed as she propped herself, continuing to gaze at Davis while he did the same.
Long black hair flowed down to her waist, and some strands even lay freely on her shoulders, accentuating her purple robe. She possessed pale-gray skin like an undead, making her appear sickly pale to anyone who might glance at her.
"Thank goodness."
After a few seconds, a short sigh emerged from Nightveil's mouth as though she was deeply relieved that she didn't die.
However, Davis couldn't help but smile as he opened his mouth.
"For surviving?"
"Yes."
Nightveil's lips curled, "Mo Tian… I see. I'll continue to call you that, Wicked Spirit Hunter."
