Yanyan wore a faint smile, like a little Immortal Fairy untouched by the worldly dust. Despite her simple and even tattered clothes, nothing could hide her fairy-like charm and cuteness.
"Divine Soil gives birth to the Divine Lotus, the Divine Lotus paths the Divine Sword. The Divine Sword possesses a Divine, and from the Divine springs Divinity."
Yanyan spoke softly, her language was that of the true Tai Chu Rune Language.
Zhou Yan's heart trembled, and he looked at Yanyan with some astonishment.
Once, Yanyan had said she didn't understand the Ancient Runes very well, yet now she could speak with Tai Chu Runes. Such progress was startling.
"Father King, your Five Decays of Heaven and Man must have descended by now, a sense of crisis lurking at all times. Your first ability, the sensing ability, will gradually be lost. Only after a metamorphosis like that of withered wood reviving in spring, will it resurface."
