The Princess Consort stood in fluttering white robes, her long hair cascading down. One of her eyes was red, the other black—strikingly beautiful.
"Did you eat white flesh?"
Chu Qing's heart began to race.
The Princess Consort froze for a moment, touched her eye, then burst out laughing. "Fool, this is a kind of Strange Art!"
"I'm an Otherkin. Why would I eat white flesh?"
Chu Qing did not believe her.
The Princess Consort waved her hand, and a strange force drew Chu Qing before her. "Look carefully into this princess consort's eyes. Do you see any difference between me and those maniacs who ate white flesh?"
Chu Qing stared closely. The Princess Consort's scarlet eye was like the most dazzling ruby.
Yet this ruby was not dyed crimson by blood. It was like a dancing flame.
Only, that flame was red.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
As the Princess Consort breathed, wisps of breath brushed against Chu Qing's face. They stood less than half a foot apart.
The Princess Consort blinked.
A trace of pride appeared in her ruby-like eye. "This princess consort is impressive, isn't she? I mastered a new Strange Art in a mere dozen days."
Chu Qing nodded. "Beautiful... no, impressive!"
The Princess Consort paused, then giggled. "This Strange Art of mine was actually prepared specifically to secretly refine those strange pearls for you."
As she spoke, her ruby-like eye turned.
Specks of red light flew out from it.
The red light swelled at the sight of wind, transforming into strange pearls that fell into her hand.
Chu Qing was curious.
The methods of Otherkin were truly mysterious.
How had such large pearls been stuffed into an eyeball?
"This princess consort used a hundred and eight of the strange pearls you made to cultivate this Strange Art. I'll