The needles struck Xiao Bai.
A sound like hail pelting marble echoed through the battlefield ping, ping, ping each note sharp and crystalline.
Yet none managed to pierce her skin, not even leave a scratch.
At every point of impact, a faint spark of white light flared and snuffed itself out.
The qi constructs did not shatter but simply dissolved, transmuted into a cold mist as if reality itself refused their existence upon her skin.
Not a single mark marred her pale flesh.
The attack, meant to probe her meridians, had failed to reach so much as her outer layer.
Fang Yuan's mask did not break but the silence in his mind was thunderous.
One word circled, slow and relentless, pressing against every corner of his thoughts.
Inviolable.
Her body was not merely strong. It was like a sealed law, a perfect vessel that rejected intrusion entirely.
Xiao Bai finally lifted her gaze from her sleeve, brushing away a speck of dust that had never truly been there.
