As all kinds of doubts arose in Jiang Dali's mind, a peculiar sensation suddenly formed within his heart, making him instantly understand that she had already sensed his confusion.
This meant that, in that brief instant, the fluctuations of his emotions had been caught by her mind. Such extraordinarily powerful psychic strength revealed the extreme depth of her spiritual cultivation.
In an instant, Jiang Dali had guessed the woman's identity.
"It's her. Bai Suzhen!"
"That's right. My name is... Bai Suzhen."
The woman quietly turned halfway around and slowly raised her head, revealing an exquisite face.
Yet what was most breathtaking was not her face, but her beautiful eyes—eyes that perhaps surpassed even the most precious gems in the world.
Even someone like Jiang Dali, whose will was exceptionally firm and who was never swayed by beauty, could not help but be entranced by those eyes for a moment. He felt as though he saw three parts desolation, six parts despair, and only one part—an indescribable, most captivating hazy glimmer, carrying a mysterious and lonely melancholy.
Jiang Dali was startled and swiftly regained his senses. His brows rose as he said, "So you've always been beneath Leifeng Pagoda. Where were you hiding before? I never discovered you at all."
"This is my home. Why would I need to hide? You simply never came to my home."
The girl in white spoke leisurely, her voice neither hurried nor slow, filled with mystery and an indescribable sorrow.
Jiang Dali immediately thought of the magma at the bottom of Leifeng Pagoda that led directly to the earth's core, then of the seventy-two stone cave entrances at the outermost perimeter. There were probably many branching paths leading elsewhere, perhaps even to a deeper underground world.
So the reason he had never encountered her was