A slender and pale hand held a piece of light cyan Empty Bamboo.
It was as thick as a child's arm, with a few branches and leaves growing on it, looking lush and inviting. One end was sealed, while the other strangely sprouted a seven-petaled small flower.
The petals and pistil were both white, crystal clear. Under the sunlight, a faint hint of mist seemed to rise.
Long Qiu held the Empty Bamboo, motionless, as if waiting for something to break out of its cocoon.
After a while, a weak fluctuation suddenly emitted from inside the bamboo, accompanied by a rustling crawling sound. The thing started moving slowly from the bottom, and with each inch it advanced, the light cyan color of the bamboo's outer skin faded slightly.
Soon, the thing inside reached the top, and the rustling stopped.