"What are you doing?"
Claire had truly heeded the master's warning not to move, but the eerie scene before her was too much for her to bear.
"Wasn't it you who just now asked to have them removed?"
Fu Qian continued his movements, inching his hand through the air just above Claire's skin, casually questioning her.
In fact, she didn't need his explanation, for she quickly realized herself.
As he moved, the bizarre worm-like pattern on her skin quickly dissipated, absorbed into his seemingly bottomless palm, as if some force was pulling them in.
It was that simple...
Claire stared blankly at her hands, now returned to their fair complexion, a profound sense of relief surged from her heart to her limbs, making her once stiff joints soft.
But the next moment, she could no longer see her hands, as a palm once again blocked her face.
A hand with an unusual sheen.
The distance was too close to discern the specific scene on it.
"There, you're as pure as new."
