Thud, thud, thud.
The air around She Yu's body pulsed with each of her heartbeats. A plum blossom surfaced on the space between her eyebrows. The flower was brightly-colored, tender, and beautiful. It seemed as though it was alive and gave the illusion that its petals were moving.
A faint, black smoke hovered around her body.
Her long eyelashes quivered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. Her dull, golden pupils looked exceptionally striking under the bright sunlight.
The air around her stopped pulsating, and her sonorous heartbeats became much fainter. The air began to move once again. This young lady hovered in the air with her red robes flapping in the wind and faint, black fog that was reminiscent of night enveloped her body.
Everything looked peaceful and serene, yet Chi Tong sensed danger.
He did not panic.
