Pei Ye stretched out his hand, and the water curtain parted immediately, without the need for Li Xizhou to raise her hand.
No more scale demons lunged to gnaw at the water curtain.
The gnawing and scraping sounds from all sides almost vanished, with an occasional one or two that Pei Ye couldn't be bothered with.
"They've all been scattered. Will their constant nibbling drain you?"
"Because I have to constantly replenish it." Li Xizhou's face was still pale. At this moment, she was reclining, gently gathering a strand of soft water-like silk from beside her, causing it to intertwine and converge in her palm.
Gathering water into silk, weaving it into Merfolk Silk.
Pei Ye sat down beside her with his sword in his arms, observing her.
The faint scales by the woman's temples were thin and glossy, shimmering faintly. Pei Ye reached out to touch them gently. They felt smooth yet resilient, like pieces of soft jade.
Li Xizhou paused her hands and turned her head to look at him.
