Surface.
The golden light converged, and the woman's body solidified instantly.
Everyone present only noticed that the Spiritual Pressure was suddenly drained, with strands of Spiritual Flow converging into the woman's brow.
Just as the fully materialized woman's body was about to fall to the ground, Xia Feng came to his senses and hurriedly reached out to catch her.
The woman was dressed in a simple black long dress without any decoration, her silver hair danced in the air, and her serene and graceful exquisite face bore a six to seven resemblance to Mu Qingtong.
Xia Feng, for a moment, had the illusion that this was Mu Qingtong.
However, compared to Mu Qingtong, He Jianzhu's eye pouches were slightly more pronounced, adding a bit of mature charm.
The most noticeable difference was the teardrop mole at the corner of this woman's right eye, which with every light quiver of her eyelids, resembled a tear about to fall, drawing attention.