Wa Ling looked down at Shao Zifeng beneath her with satisfaction, her chubby snake tail happily swaying in small measures.
"Unworthy descendant, you smell so bad..."
Just as She bent down, seemingly about to say something, the finely outlined little face suddenly scrunched up, showing disgust, then leapt down from Shao Zifeng's body.
At that moment, Beibei moved slightly, instantly capturing Wa Ling's attention.
She stared blankly at the play-dead Beibei, the outer contours of her line-drawn body becoming extremely unstable, even the long hair behind her floated up as if weightless.
"Mirage..."
This time Her voice was no longer the crisp loli sound but that unique, rhythmic adult female voice heard before, minus the grandeur, and carrying a slight tremble.
Wa Ling reached out a hand toward Beibei, but it paused in mid-air just before making contact.
"It is the aura of a Mirage...but it's not a Mirage."
