"Strange. Why had the Zhongyin Temple lamas come looking for the White Lotus Sect?"
Seeing the Zhongyin Temple lamas enter a White Lotus Sect branch, Chun Xiao Man felt uneasy. After bidding the beggars farewell, she quietly followed them.
When she saw that the place those lamas were headed for was Bai Lingmiao's residence, Chun Xiao Man quickened her pace even more.
Though those lamas presumably would not dare make a move within Shang Jing City, she still could not rest easy.
Yet before she had followed them far, a faint, indistinct aura of death spread from all around her. Her scalp went numb, and she stood frozen in place, her fingers turning cold.
Chun Xiao Man struggled desperately, trying to draw the Sawtooth Sword at her waist and perform spirit invocation. But her limbs seemed to have turned to stone; she could not move an inch.
Just then, Chun Xiao Man suddenly saw the back of someone's head before her. At first, she thought it belonged to a Zhongyin Temple lama, but after looking closely, she realized it was actually her own!
"The one ahead is me? Then who am I?"
Her entire body chilled as Chun Xiao Man looked down with all her might, only to discover in utter shock that her original body was nowhere to be seen!
"I'm dead? Is this my soul?"
The sensation came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly. As a Zhongyin Temple lama slowly passed beside Xiao Man, she uncontrollably slammed straight back into herself and instantly regained consciousness.
Touching her recovered body, Chun Xiao Man looked at the retreating lamas with lingering fear.
"These lamas' methods are far too strange. What exactly did they come here for?" Chun Xiao Man hurriedly picked up her pace and ran toward Bai Lingmiao's residence.