As soon as these words were spoken, even the master of the Three Ladies, the Chi Mei Demon Envoy, considered the idea acceptable: "In this case, let Qing Ji carry out this operation. As long as you successfully infiltrate Wang Anye's side, I will credit you with the first merit."
Qing Ji was overjoyed at once: "Thank you, Master."
After speaking, she began to mobilize her demon skill, and within a few moments, a gray and gloomy mist enveloped her.
Within ten breaths, the mist dissipated, and she had completely transformed.
That ordinary face had been replaced by a refined and gentle one, as graceful as a lotus emerging from water, with delicate eyebrows, slightly drooping eyes, and skin as delicate and white as snow, giving off a fragile porcelain-like texture.
Though still clad in blue robes, she now perfectly embodied the phrase "pitifully fragile," easily arousing a protective instinct in others.
"No wonder Qing Ji, this illusion body technique is used so skillfully."
