Lanying stepped onto the damp earth of the courtyard, her presence immediately commanding the space.
Her blue gauze wear rippled around her ankles like soft, rhythmic waves, carrying a distinct, heavy scent of fresh sea salt and pure, ancient ocean power.
Despite having just spent five agonizing hours ripping the purple vortex apart with her bare hands, she looked completely pristine. Not a single speck of dirt had dared to touch her boots, and her skin possessed a flawless, pearl-like glow under the recovering night sky.
Her piercing ocean-blue eyes darted across the empty village square before snapping directly onto Lin Wan, who was sitting silently on the wooden steps of the porch.
Lanying didn't look at Lin Wan's face or her exposed features. Instead, her entire divine sea core was vibrating violently within her chest, pulled by an invisible, magnetic thread.
