It took Fan Ha a significant amount of time to compose herself enough to function properly. Despite her efforts, she still appeared visibly shaken - her forehead was glistened with sweat, her fingers were trembling, and her eyes were wide with disbelief.
Her hand trembled as she tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her by staying put. The colorful lights emanating from Yang Qing's fingers were mesmerizing, and she couldn't help but greedily soak in the energy they emitted. Each pulse of light seemed to pulsate with its own life force, drawing her in deeper and deeper. She felt a surge of warmth and vitality coursing through her veins as she surrendered to the enchantment of the lights.
Yang Qing, satisfied with his demonstration, put away the lights and set the cloud jade back on the table.
