"She looks like her. Exactly like her."
If Mu Sheng had not witnessed Dongfang Minghui's sacrifice in the Elf Clan with his own eyes, he would have thought the woman before him looked identical to the Ming Hui he had known, as though she had never left. "How can there be two people in this world who look so alike?"
A vine dropped from the Sacred Tree, curled, and lashed viciously at Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng nimbly dodged it. "Little Lecher, don't! Don't hit me!"
Little Lecher simply descended from the Sacred Tree and instantly took human form, becoming a young girl. With her arms folded across her chest, she stared darkly at Mu Sheng, all but writing the words on her face-what are you after?
"She's cultivating."
"But she usually goes into the Sacred Pool to cultivate. What's changed these past few days?" Mu Sheng scratched his head in confusion.
"Just wait patiently."
Little Lecher sounded rather irritated. Before, with the blood contract between them, she could simply ask whatever she wanted to know, and they even shared certain emotions. Now, it was as though a mountain stood between her and this woman. Unless she asked aloud, she knew nothing at all, and that thoroughly displeased her.
That wait lasted more than half a month.
The woman in question, however, felt as though she were playing a game, watching the tiny, glowing green bubbles around her enter her body and be accepted by it. Every meridian in her body radiated that gentle light. Even though she had lost the ability to communicate with plants, Jian Tongyao immediately recognized it as gentle wood element spiritual power.
Surprised, she immediately took a couple of looks at her dantian. Apart from the water bead emitting a pale blue glow, there was no