Zhu Yu's attention was entirely on her fingertips just now, and she didn't really notice Jia Hui's palm.
Now, reminded by Yan Daoxin, her gaze also shifted there, and she finally saw that Jia Jun's palm was an eerie pale white with a faint greenish-blue tinge, as if a layer of mist had risen in his palm, making the lines indistinct.
"What's going on?" Zhu Yu was taken aback. She had seen corpses turn green from rot, but never something that was perfectly fine everywhere except for a green shadow in the palm of the hand.
"Jade Snowbird." Yan Daoxin was silent for a moment and then spoke the name.
"What kind of bird is that?" Zhu Yu had never heard of such a bird before. The name sounded rather pleasant, but from Yan Daoxin's expression, it was clear it wasn't anything good.
Lu Qing also hadn't heard of it, and he looked at Yan Daoxin, waiting for him to explain.
