Zhu Quezi could only shake her head at Ling Yun's clone's words, but the incident when he destroyed the Yao Clan was still fresh in her memory, even though it had happened several years ago.
After they waited for a while, black liquid began to cover An Yifei's body, and a pungent odor wafted from her, forcing Zhu Quezi to cover her nose.
For several minutes, Huang Zhimei cleaned the black liquid that kept coming out of An Yufei's body until it didn't come out anymore. She smiled, looking at her best friend, who still had her eyes closed.
"Wow! This big sister is so beautiful, Father! She is just as beautiful as Mother Zhimei!"
Ling Yun nodded to his son. "She's really beautiful."
An Yufei could hear them, but she was afraid to open her eyes or examine herself, as she feared disappointment if the results didn't change.
