Looking at Isabelle Frost across from me, I felt a strange sensation. Many times, it was as if Yin Choujian was teaching me. I bowed deeply to her, and Isabelle Frost smiled.
Qingyuan, I won't hold back this time.
I'm counting on you, Miss Isabelle.
Isabelle Frost pressed her left thumb and forefinger together, gently resting them at her waist. Her right palm faced upward, softly moving as if holding something. A faint red glow enveloped her, soft and radiant.
I couldn't feel anything at all—I was focused entirely on Isabelle Frost.
Qingyuan, the Red Spider Lily—known as the flower of mercilessness and severed ties. Its blossoms never meet its leaves; when the leaves grow, the flowers are gone. Lifetime after lifetime, flower and leaf never unite. This is my power. This time, I'll be serious, Qingyuan.
I gasped. At that moment, the red glow emanating from Isabelle Frost began to gather, forming a swirling crimson stream.
No matter how many times, it's always beautiful, little Isabelle. This is the second time I've seen you unleash your Wraith Armament.
Accompanied by the voice of the Ghost-Painting Book Immortal, I swallowed hard. This was my first time witnessing Isabelle Frost's Wraith Armament.
Isabelle Frost slowly bent her body into a half-crouch, then suddenly leapt up. Her hands shifted in the air as if dancing, her toes lightly tapping, her hands constantly changing positions—graceful and fluid. In the sky, I saw countless sparkling red particles, radiant halos swirling around Isabelle like swarms of fireflies, weaving red ribbons that grew in number and expanded to my side.