Wearing the dress which was of the same color as before, Fu Xie Lan reached into the cosmic pouch hanging from her waist and took out a face-covering of the same color as the dress she was wearing.
Her hair, which still looked wet, fell just like that, occasionally seen drops of water falling from it.
Hao was also clean from the bloodstains that filled his body, the appearance of the little creature was the same as before, with white fur that was very clean, but still a little drenched because it had not dried completely.
Seeing the sun was getting dimmer, the girl moved from the river bank.
Cit.... cit...
Cit... cit...
Suddenly a voice caught Fu Xie Lan's attention, the girl stopped her steps and immediately looked for the source of the sound.
Her brow furrowed, as her violet eyes caught the presence of a bird.
The winged creature was the same bird that had brought her to the shore of the lake.