The collar and cuffs of her pink robe were emerald green. She stood with a graceful, willowy figure, yet her slight body seemed liable to collapse at any moment. Her large, limpid eyes brimmed with endless charm as they watched Green's hand reach toward the stone coffin, filled with such terror that one could not help but pity her.
This charm technique bore an uncanny resemblance to the first time Green had met Xiao Lian.
After gazing at this painted skin for quite a while with his Three-Colored Light Eyes, Green ignored its reaction and directly extended a palm of azure light-speckled spiritual force, wantonly caressing its cheeks and body.
Her skin was soft enough to seem breakable at a breath, warm and elegant; her form was slender and exquisite. He could even feel her trembling from excessive nervousness beneath his touch.
A thoughtful glint appeared in Green's eyes as he slowly withdrew his hand.
"A painting upon skin, given the chance to become a brand-new life through some unknown and mysterious power—it truly is a beautiful yet cruel crystallization of art. A ghost sprite?"
Little Eight, perched on Green's shoulder, peered at the painted skin with one eye and swept his gaze over it repeatedly. "This is the first living thing we've seen here. Why is it so weak?"
Sylvana, Nie Yun, and Xiao Lian also gathered around, examining the painted skin as though it were some rare specimen.
Surrounded and scrutinized by everyone, the painted skin slowly lowered her head, looking utterly at a loss as she let them do as they pleased.
"So you carved out this blessed grotto-heaven and guarded it here? Heh heh heh heh. So weak, yet you accomplished such a thing—it could not have been easy for you. It seems you were born