Dawn had only just broken, and the morning light streamed through the window lattice onto the floor, illuminating specks of dust.
Wang Dong'er adjusted the hem of her skirt before the bronze mirror. Her pink-blue hair fell over her shoulders, gleaming from having just washed up.
Her fingertips brushed the cheek reflected in the mirror. Thinking of what Li Changsheng had said last night, the corners of her lips curved up unconsciously.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Just as she reverted to her male form and prepared to leave, a sudden knock sounded at the door, light and brisk, with a familiar urgency.
Wang Dong'er's heart stirred, and she called out, "Sister Nannan? Is that you?"
She quickly pulled open the door, only to pause when she saw the figure outside.
The person standing there was not Jiang Nannan, but Ma Xiaotao.
The woman who had been tortured by evil fire last night now seemed like an entirely different person.
Her fiery red hair was tied into a neat ponytail, making her complexion appear even fairer. Her brows and eyes, once always tinged with anxiety, had relaxed. A warm flame seemed to burn in her eyes, no longer violent as before, but shining with a bright radiance.
"Sister Xiaotao?"
Wang Dong'er stepped aside to let her in and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Ma Xiaotao entered the room, her gaze instinctively sweeping around as if she were looking for someone.
She still carried a faint smoky, fiery aura, the unique scent of the Fire Phoenix Martial Soul. Yet it was several times purer than before, and even her Soul Power fluctuations had become steady and scorching.
"Where's Changsheng?"
She got straight to the point, unable to hide the smile in her voice. "I need to see him."
Only then did