This was the first time Little Taotie saw her true colors.
Even before Qing Luan appeared, Little Taotie knew of the Mysterious Lady's existence, yet had never seen what she looked like.
The Ghost used ghostly energy to paint; wisps of black smoke floated mid-air, creating a watercolor ink painting.
The white wall served as a canvas, displaying the ink painting even more clearly.
Fine, soft willow-leaf eyebrows, a lingering touch of melancholy between her brows; when she lifted her gaze, her eyes glistened, dense lashes slightly drooping, her high nose bridge bearing a slight camel hump, her delicate nose wings and almond-shaped face making her look very petite.
"Is this Xuan?" Feng Qi also saw the true face of the Mysterious Lady for the first time. If it weren't for the blue bird perched on her shoulder, he wouldn't be sure of her identity.
