The spacious room was still brimming with high temperature, just like a furnace recently used to pour molten iron, where every combustible material around continued to emit sparks and cinders.
Florence's soul transformed into a wisp of white dust, absorbed by the Sun Mark on Chen Ke's chest. With a flash of white light, he surprisingly re-entered the memories of the soul's owner after a long absence.
Chen Ke saw the figure of a woman from behind.
She had long white hair, wore a coat adorned with complex decorative patterns, and donned a pair of dirty leather boots. On her head, she sported a tricorn hat, its side embellished with a white feather.
Chen Ke reached out to touch the woman's left shoulder, she turned around, her skin so pale it seemed unreal, and her amber eyes met his own, her lips slightly curving upwards.
He continued down her shoulder, noticing a military saber slung around her waist, nestled in a lavish scabbard and fitted with a guard.
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