Her hair strands were soft and smooth, dazzling with a glint of flowing light under the early morning sun.
Bai Chuwei plucked just three hairs, and in Duan Feihan's intensly complex gaze, she held the strands in the palm of her hands, clasped them together, and formed a seal with her fingers, light flowing agilely over her fingertips.
Bai Chuwei stretched out her hand toward him, a green silk bracelet lying in the middle of her palm.
The three strands formed three delicate hoops, and on close inspection, one could see the flowing light gliding over them.
Bai Chuwei seemed proud, "These are the strands of my hair, more powerful and precious than any Jade Talisman in the world. I'm rarely this generous."
In Duan Feihan's eyes, deep as a still pond, it was as if someone suddenly dropped a small pebble, instantly stirring up thousands of ripples:
"Indeed precious."
