I always found it strange how White Spirit was so secretive, taking extraordinary care to pave the way for a turtle not yet born. I knew something was off!
Ji Feixue hummed, a flick of her finger, and finally, the Golden Liquid in the flames took form, turning into three hairpins each with a distinct style. One looked enchanting, and with a light touch, she placed it atop her head, her hair coiling up automatically as the hairpin settled in.
Of the other two, though both were golden, one looked like frost and snow, cold and icy, exuding an aura that warned others to keep their distance. The other was lively and playful, resembling a mischievous ghost.
After putting away the mischievous ghost hairpin, the cold and icy one was placed into the clouds; with a touch on her brow, a voice fell upon the hairpin, "Thank you, sister. With this, I can make a personal trip to San Yuan Palace, and my sister can return directly."
