622 The Spirit of the Luo River

Luo Li moved with light steps, as graceful as a lotus. With every slow step, her long silver hair, as dazzling as the silver river in the galaxy, turned obsidian black at an alarming speed.

In just a few short moments, her originally cool toned silver hair transformed into inky black strands.

Naturally, there were other changes besides that of her long hair, including her disposition and aura. If the usual Luo Li was as tranquil as the lotus of a secluded valley exuding a beauty of refined serenity, now she exuded an aura of palpable coldness, her crystal clear eyes filled with nonchalance. It was as if she were sitting on the divine throne, overlooking the masses like an empress.

In the sky, Ji Xuan and Xie Tianhe narrowed their eyes as they gazed at Luo Li. Their expressions were somber, as if they could detect an unusual sense of danger unlike before.