Zhao Ming approached her with an inquisitive expression, noticing her tears. Her gaze wavered, avoiding the intensity of his eyes, for the aura of demonic qi emanating from him filled her with dread.
"Why do you fear me?" he inquired, his voice taking on a gentler tone. However, in the blink of an eye, his demeanor shifted. He gestured with his finger, compelling her to meet his gaze and delving into his soul and memories.
Xuan Cheng's lips quivered as a peculiar sensation coursed through her body. It was a sensation not entirely unfamiliar, as she recognized the ebb and flow of her Qi, akin to how it manifested when she harnessed specific skills or powers.
Gradually, her pupils lost their color, turning a pristine, milky white, akin to pure jade. Zhao Ming, genuine concern etched across his features, addressed her as "Princess Cheng," his concern palpable. Meanwhile, Xuan Cheng began to comprehend the unusual phenomenon unfolding within her.
