A twisted finger, like a serpent, covered with extremely short black fuzz on the pads.
A "non-human yet human-like" horror arose, inexplicably causing Zhou Xuan to feel a sense of disgust and nausea.
The center of the finger split open, like a human mouth, swiftly devouring that extremely tiny mote of dust.
The petals around the finger immediately withered and fell,
Next, a warm aura emanated from the body of the "finger," like the sunlight of the Buddha, or the gentle breeze of early spring.
The painter, Li Changxun, and the others did not see the true form of the "finger"; they only sensed the aura,
Thus, in their imagination, the one who came to take the elixir naturally appeared solemn and majestic, with a sacred aura surrounding them, spreading something known as "gentleness" upon the human world.
But Zhou Xuan, who witnessed the true form of the finger, only felt a deeper sense of aversion,
