"Don't be afraid, little one."
The White Queen chuckled lightly and stood up. Her figure was extremely slender; lying down, you wouldn't feel it, but standing, she seemed to be over two meters tall.
Her smile was quite captivating, making one feel close to her involuntarily. As her voice rang out, Su Ziyu's mood gradually calmed, yet his hand still rested on the hilt of his sword.
"Ah." The White Queen, gracefully stretching, had an almost perfect figure that attracted the eye. She glanced at Su Ziyu and said, "It seems you know quite a bit!"
The sense of crisis brought by Superhuman Perception gradually subsided.
However, Su Ziyu's expression remained wary, as he slowly asked: "Are you polluted too?"
She had a similar aura to the Winter Witch.
The smell of decay.
"Yes." The White Queen gently raised her hand, conjuring a chair out of thin air before her. She nodded calmly and said, "Indeed. I am polluted too."
"But this level of pollution cannot affect me."
