Lady Lan rolled up her flowing sleeve, revealing a wrist as fair as frost and snow.
Upon it, a silvery-white, exquisitely delicate butterfly tattoo was clearly visible, exuding a faint chill and a unique Spiritual Charm.
In the next instant, a thought stirred in both their minds, and they simultaneously communed with the Gu Kings within their bodies.
"HMMMM—!"
An almost inaudible hum, one that nonetheless pierced straight to the Divine Soul, emanated from Chen Sheng's arm.
The golden cicada imprint suddenly flared to life.
As light swirled around it, a thumb-sized Dragon-Singing Celestial Cicada, its body looking as if carved from gold and jade and its gossamer wings etched with arcane patterns, slowly emerged from beneath his skin.
It hovered an inch above his arm, wreathed in a Golden Light, emanating a vast aura of pure, scorching yang, tinged with a hint of draconic might.
