As she spoke, she extended a finger, its tip emitting a faint golden glow, and placed it on Ye Qinghong's forehead.
At the moment her finger touched down, a tiny figure suddenly appeared in Ye Qinghong's brow.
It was about the size of a fingernail, enveloped in golden light and in a state of unconsciousness.
She was dressed in green, her features cold and flawless. Her hair, as long as three thousand strands, was tied in a bundle and hung down gently.
She huddled into a small ball.
Like a sleeping kitten, she looked especially well-behaved.
In her arms, she held two items. One was a thread-bound book with the words "The Divine Condor Heroes" on the cover, and the other was a small copper coin, gripped tightly in her hand.
Behind her, a green sword floated, persistently seeking to snuggle its own master, but was slapped away by the little Ye Qinghong.
