Qin Yiqiu also crossed her legs and sat down, surrounded by tiny specks of lunar essence that drifted like fireflies on a summer night.
Two ice dragons slowly rose from her shoulders, their jaws parting as their long whiskers fluttered. The lunar essence, resembling a wispy veil of smoke, gathered toward their open mouths.
Inhaling and exhaling lunar essence was no ordinary feat for cultivators; it required prior cultivation experience.
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