C292 Pharyngitis

Gerrard nodded and said solemnly, "Liu Xiaofang."

A faint smile appeared on Liu Xiaofang's face. She looked as if she was about to die. It gradually turned into a puff of smoke, but it was no longer a mass of greyish black. Instead, it had turned into a puff of white smoke.

Gerrard spread out his primal chaos diagram, and that cloud of white smoke flew towards the inner page