"Your skin, it's so clean and clear. How do you do it? With the constant fighting and what not, you haven't had any scars or blemishes? How do you do it?" she asked.
Ming Yue was dumbfounded by the question.
"My... skin? I don't do anything special..."
Her words were quiet but it got everyone riled up.
"Nothing?"
"What? Really?"
All of the sudden, they crowded around her in curiosity. Dozens of them surrounded her, taking closer glimpses and looking at each other in shock.
"How is that even possible?"
"You look so delicate! Does cultivating to the Earth Realm do this to you?"
"How old are you?"
"What kind of experience did you have?"
Ming Yue was taken aback, bombarded by questions she wasn't even sure how to answer.
Hei Yue saw her helpless state and leaped out looking at the other soldiers with a cold look. Not to mention, that Snow Owl of hers was about to flap its wings and attack.
