Luo Fan's eyes widened to their limit. The sight reflected in his pupils almost made him forget to breathe.
He forgot the raging Shadow Giant behind him, forgot that he was on a battlefield where life and death hung by a thread.
Was that... An Xiaoran?
The image of the young, small girl who always timidly hid behind him, needing his careful protection, shattered in his mind.
In its place stood the tall, slender figure within the halo, already beginning to take on the contours of a mature woman.
She looked like a girl of sixteen or seventeen, standing tall and graceful. In the lingering flecks of light, her skin shone with a delicate, warm, porcelain-white luster, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
Her simple clothes had naturally changed as her body grew, becoming a long dress that hugged her new curves, dotted with holy silver starlight.
But even more striking was the faint holy silver halo flowing around her.
Her features still bore traces of their former outlines, but all their childish roundness had faded, leaving clear, delicate lines.
An Xiaoran, transformed~
"So beautiful~" The Qipao Weird glanced toward An Xiaoran and could not help instinctively praising her.
Through Luo Fan's Monitoring Glasses, her Sequence Level clearly read Lv40, peak third tier.
Yet Luo Fan sensed something peculiar about her that far exceeded that level.
Level was not the only measure of someone's strength!
Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
Until that figure gently opened her eyes fully.
Silver light swirled in her eyes as they instantly locked onto Luo Fan.
Her gaze no longer held the slightest timidity or dependence, though it remained just as clear.
An Xiaoran suddenly raised her hand, her movement smooth and natural, as though she had practiced this gesture thousands of times.
Immediately