That Nascent Soul was only an inch tall, its features and brows resembling the Palace-Robed Woman's to an extreme degree. Its eyes were filled with malice, but even more than that, with disbelief.
How could this be the result?
She had racked her brains and laid down this Must-Kill Trap, yet in the end, the hunter had become the prey. There had clearly only been one enemy—so who, exactly, had ambushed her from behind?
Time was precious to the extreme now. By all reason, the Nascent Soul should have left this dangerous place as quickly as possible, yet the doubt in her heart was like a venomous snake. If she could not unravel this mystery, then even if she managed to escape with her life this time, afterward, with this Inner Demon lodged in her heart, her cultivation would not even dream of advancing another inch or half a speck.
The Nascent Soul understood the gains and losses involved, so she turned her head with extreme speed, wanting to see the whole story clearly.
Yet the scene that entered her eyes made her turn pale with shock.
Two Lin Xuans appeared.
Their features and brows were alike to the extreme, and their figures were the same height as well.
The only difference was their skin tone. The Lin Xuan standing behind was clearly much darker.
"Avatar technique!"
The Nascent Soul's gritted, gnashing voice reached the ear.
With things having reached this point, how could she still not know what ambush she had fallen into? She had been far too careless.
The trap she had originally laid had already been concealed enough, but she had not expected the other party to be incomparably cunning, beating her at her own game and sending her into the trap instead.
Her heart was both