A small white jade sword.
On it, one thousand and one ancient moon patterns faintly appear.
Among them, a blue-gold pattern runs straight through the spine of the sword, extremely striking.
The swing undergoes transformation.
The transparent woman lets go, the swing joyfully revolves around her, seemingly wanting to express gratitude and intimacy, yet embarrassed by its recent wild behavior, hesitating.
The transparent woman smiles and points to Zhao Rong, and with a swoosh, the swing flies toward Zhao Rong, to be close to him.
Zhao Rong silently watches this scene, also smiles, and says to her, "Ahem, I thank you on behalf of Qian'er."
The transparent woman shakes her head, bringing the honest grey pouch, and floats to Zhao Rong's front.
She suddenly grabs Zhao Rong's hand, spreads his fingers, and lightly taps his middle finger to take a drop of finger pad blood.
