After nearly half an hour, we had found neither the so-called formation core nor any entrance.
There were no spatial fluctuations anywhere.
This was getting strange.
Could it be that the formation did not exist at all, or that we had not come to Half-Step Zen Mountain in the first place?
What the hell was going on? How could something like this happen?
Just then, we heard a woman's scream. The voice sounded familiar—it was Gongshu Wanrong!
The three of us exchanged looks. The scream had come from somewhere not far from us, close enough that we should have been able to see what was happening.
But we could see nothing.
"Old Ghost, what are you trying to do?" Gongshu Wanrong shouted.
We could actually hear them talking? Yet we could not see them.
Being able to hear them meant we should have been in the same time and space, so why could we not see anything?
"Heh heh, little maid, you meddle too much. You ruined my plans!"
"So it really was you?" Gongshu Wanrong seemed to have confirmed something. Old Ghost's voice came again. "You knew all along, just as I thought. What a pity. If you had told that Jiang fellow earlier, I might not have known how to deal with it. But now... heh heh, too late."
From Old Ghost's tone, it sounded like he intended to silence her for good. I grew anxious.
I had a fairly good impression of this little maid from the Gongshu Family. She was clever, driven, and had good character. She might have been calculating, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone wanted to rise above the rest—what was wrong with having some ambition and foresight? Opportunities often went to those who were prepared.
Besides, she only wanted