The dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the silver-haired girl within.
Her body was scorched black, her robe tattered and torn.
Her once silver hair had turned to char at some point, no longer existing, and her life treasure of forty-nine seven-colored plume feathers was dim of any spiritual light and had fallen to the ground.
Jiang Ding's heart suddenly throbbed, then returned to normal.
There was still breath.
The person within had a breath that was extremely weak.
But she was alive and seemed to have used some secret technique to draw in beams of light from the starry sky, restoring herself at an incredibly slow but steady pace.
After confirming the situation, Jiang Ding became unruffled, regaining his composure.
All around, there was a hushed silence.
Everyone held their breath, not growing impatient even for a moment.
A figure in a pale moon-colored silhouette drifted to his side.
"Did you just experience a major emotional change?"
