Suppressing his fluctuating emotions, Ye Hanjun's gaze fell on Huazhu.
Among the three Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, she, by chance, was the first to achieve transcendence.
"Clang!"
Her arms were still two golden great swords.
However, her well-proportioned figure stopped growing, staying at a height of 1.72 meters, no longer growing.
But her temperament was becoming more and more exquisite, especially the white Witch's Skirt was covered by a layer of gauze as thin as cicada wings, looking like a fairy descended from the sky, pure and peerless.
"Master, are you okay?"
Huazhu fully woke up, her golden vertical pupils slightly turned, focused on Ye Hanjun.
On her face, there was a lingering color of care, as if she were still stuck with the emotions of wanting to help but being unable to when the world was under tribulation by lightning.
"I'm safe and unharmed. Don't worry about me."
