Xin Lin, who had originally been petite and delicate, after absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the Qi Stone, her body changed rapidly like willow branches sprouting in spring, becoming slender and willowy; her face also shed the childish softness, turning charming and breathtaking.
Even someone as calm as Murong Ziyue was stunned for a moment.
"Xin Lin, you?"
Murong Ziyue stared, dumbfounded.
"There's no time to explain that much. After we rescue your mother, I'll explain."
Xin Lin also quickly changed clothes. Clothes make the person; the two of them were already of peerless beauty. Murong Ziyue wore a gauzy lilac robe, her waist supple, her skin fair as snow, her beautiful eyes flowing and gentle.
Xin Lin, on the other hand, was in a blazing red hundred-flowers dress, a Jade hairpin slanting into her hair at the temples, her hair slightly disheveled.
The two women, faces full of panic, ran toward the carriage and the galloping horses ahead.
"Help!"
