The warm yellow sunlight shone on Liu Chan, casting a slim, graceful shadow on the wall opposite.
His heart started pounding uncontrollably.
"Master, I... I'm done, you can turn around now."
Liu Chan's faint voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.
Yang Fei knew this was a matter of life and death concerning Liu Chan's Martial Arts cultivation.
He dared not let his thoughts wander, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then turned around.
Yang Fei didn't dare look too much at Liu Chan's vital parts.
He calmed his mind, carefully observing every inch of Liu Chan's skin, hoping to discover what made her unique.
Just as he turned to Liu Chan's back, he suddenly noticed something.
Between the third and fourth vertebrae of Liu Chan's spine, there was a small mark.
The mark seemed like a birthmark, pale blue, but shaped like a small sword.
Yang Fei had seen many birthmarks.
But a birthmark as vivid and lifelike, shaped like a sword, he had never seen.
