Saintess of the Underworld did not answer. With a tranquil gaze, she extended her pale right hand and slowly pressed it onto the black sand table. Though the originally smooth sand table had already been swept into disarray by Yue Qianchou, she still accurately found the spot where he had pressed his palm before. Their palm prints overlapped.
Yue Qianchou watched her with a suspicious expression, unable to understand what this so-called Saintess of the Underworld was doing.
Though he had no idea what the face beneath the black gauze looked like, judging from the delicate contours of its upper half, she should not have been unattractive. Beneath brows like distant mountains, her eyes were slightly closed, revealing a faintly puzzled expression... "Eh!" Saintess of the Underworld opened her eyes, withdrew her pale hand from the sand table, and stared at Yue Qianchou curiously. "How could this be?"
"How?" Yue Qianchou's gaze swept back and forth across the sand table, but he could not make head or tail of it. He said skeptically, "What are you messing around with?"
Saintess of the Underworld used the slender silver rod in her hand to smooth the sand table again, then gently laid it across the surface. A silver line was immediately embedded in the black fine sand. Both colors stood out with exceptional clarity, suddenly giving off a mysterious yet startling feeling. Yue Qianchou's heart thumped. Sensing something strange, he hurriedly looked away... Saintess of the Underworld looked at him with calm serenity, her gaze full of pure innocence untouched by worldly conflict, yet seemingly containing the wisdom to see through all things. After carefully examining Yue Qianchou, she spoke in a strange tone from beneath her black veil. "Your life should have ended long ago. Why are you still alive and