She had etched, "Never trust the surface appearances of an extraterrestrial star, whether in looks or personality," into her mind.
In the next moment, the Firefly Demon bent down, and suddenly pupils began to appear in her pure white eyes, one by one, like stars igniting against a white canvas.
She casually said, "Go."
As her words fell, those streaks of ghostly blue light burst and scattered out of her pupils like sparks, as if they were souls wandering in the long sky.
These souls naturally flew far away.
The blind beauty retracted her ability, closed her eyes, and sat cross-legged.
At dusk, the sound of rustling emerged from the surrounding shady woods and tall grass.
However, it was six people dressed in varying attire.
Two dressed as peasants, one as a merchant, two as servants, and one as a lady...
But regardless of their status, when these people arrived, they respectfully and reverently looked at the blind beauty, saying in unison, "Greetings, master."
