"What are you doing?"
Claire had indeed followed the master's warning and stayed still, but the bizarre scene before her was too much to bear.
"Wasn't getting rid of them what you just asked me to do?"
Fu Qian kept moving his hands, sweeping them through the air inch by inch over Claire's body as he casually asked.
In truth, he didn't need to explain. She quickly realized what was happening.
As he moved, the strange patterns of insects on her skin rapidly faded, streaming into his palm as if something there were drawing them in.
It really was that simple...
Claire stared blankly at her hands, their skin once again fair and smooth. An intense sense of relief surged from her heart to every part of her body, and even her stiff fingers softened.
Of course, she couldn't see them the next moment, because a hand once again blocked her face.
A hand that shimmered with an unusual sheen.
It was too close for her to make out what was on it.
"There. You're as pure as before."
Master Gorimshaw was always so quick and decisive. Before Claire could even form another thought, something struggled free from her face amid a tingling sensation, and he had already withdrawn his hand.
I...
She drew a deep breath, resisting the urge to touch her face. Only then did Claire finally find the courage to look at her reflection in the glass nearby.
Though blurry, there was no doubt it was her usual face.
"Thank you so much!"
When Claire looked away, her voice was filled with sincere gratitude.
"Please rest assured, I'll pay the fee as agreed."
Fu Qian's businesslike manner had clearly left a deep impression on her, and she immediately stressed the important point.
"Good. The problem is,