And Zhu Xuehen herself showed a look of horror on her face. She used her hand to touch her own body, only to find she couldn't perceive herself!
The sunlight scattered on these Peach Blossom Traces had somehow turned into a jet-black hue, bizarrely stripping away all surrounding colors.
A beam of icy light fell like a dark silk veil on Zhu Xuehen, making her seem completely out of place in this world.
The wind could still lift the strands of hair on her cheeks, and peach blossom petals clung to her plain clothes, but when Zhu Minglang went forward once more to try touching her, her figure disappeared again like the moon in a well or flowers in the water.
Zhu Xuehen briefly showed a hint of panic on her face, but then she laughed coldly.
"Aunt Xuehen, what is this, what is happening, tell me quickly!!" Zhu Minglang asked urgently.
