He Qing's delicate and pale fingers carefully pinched the blood-red Jade Cicada, slowly caressing it inch by inch.
Under the carriage lights, even her fingernails gleamed with a lustrous shine, tinted pink and slightly glowing.
The group of dazed, rugged men squatting nearby, who had unintentionally turned their heads to look, simultaneously admired in their minds, "This young lady seems so ordinary, but who would have thought her fingers were so pretty!"
However, their thoughts quickly shifted as they remembered the peculiar power that had emanated from those very hands just moments ago. They all discreetly gasped and turned their heads back, daring not look again for fear of disrespecting her and angering the master.
He Qing did not notice this.
She gazed in awe at the spirited Jade Cicada in her hand, then at the bronze five bat pendant quietly lying on the kraft paper, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity, a pearl covered in dust, spiritual light obscured."
