Between the Spirit Dragon's fangs, a ball of purple Qi slowly condensed, as if it was holding a Pearl in its mouth.
The purple Qi became denser and denser, and the mass of Qi gradually condensed and compressed, turning into a solid-like purple pearl the size of a pigeon egg.
The purple clouds that had gathered in the void around them disappeared. The Spirit Dragon held the purple pearl that contained the last of the fate of the great Feng dynasty in its mouth. It turned its head and looked at Huai Qing on the shore.
"Phew ..."
With a breath, it spat the Pearl between huaiqing's brows. With a flash of purple light, the purple pearl spread out between huaiqing's brows, dyeing her eyes and white skin purple.
A few seconds later, the purple light faded.
"Very good!"
Huaiqing nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked toward the Imperial Palace.
"Aooo ..."
