Under the illusory light of dawn, faint glisters of dew descended to caress along Anastasia's body.
Each drop of dew condensed together with the accumulated impurities that shrouded her figure, making her seem like a jade undergoing a polishing process.
If one was to call these layers of dark liquids a cocoon, then one can also acknowledge Anastasia as an evolving butterfly.
A fierce butterfly at that.
Currently... Her strength, her bloodline, her Monster Qi Essence, all of it revolved through her meridians, not leaking the least through the sublimation process.
Otherwise, how could she escape the radars of Senior brother Wang and Houtian Rui?
Still, even though Anastasia's consciousness was also limited, she could feel the faint vibrations climbing from the cliff's skirts all the way to the precipice.
Om...
Her bloodline began to surge, flowing through her heart in troves before being vigorously thrusted into her blood vessels.
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