A black mist appeared from nowhere and silently began to spread. Like a smooth ribbon, it enveloped the slender figure.
A strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
Through the black mist, Han Ning saw a pair of eyes glowing with purple, electric light, like two deep, cold pools.
WHOOSH~
The purple light faded, and Fei Lin's pupils returned to normal.
Her pupils were now light purple, ringed in black—a new change from her previous stage.
"Eee~"
From within the black mist came the soft tapping of footsteps.
A tall, black steed followed silently behind the slender figure.
She slowly paced before Han Ning, and only then did the black mist surrounding her gradually dissipate.
Her straight, waist-length hair was a light shade of purple and gave off a faint, sweet fragrance.
A lock of hair fell across her smooth forehead, but it couldn't hide the purple, flower-shaped mark right in the center.
