A shadow emerged from the darkness.
He was a white-clad youth with red lips, pearly teeth, and eyes that gleamed like stars.
The woman's face went deathly pale as she murmured, "Impossible!"
"Your Primordial Spirit clearly already..."
The youth suddenly smiled, his voice hoarse and low. "Quite unexpected, isn't it?"
"A few jumping clowns convinced the Yunmeng Sect to launch an attack while I was at my weakest, thinking they could destroy my Paper Figure Spirit. Unfortunately, it was nothing more than wishful thinking."
"But that night, I personally witnessed your injuries!" The woman still found it impossible to believe.
The Paper Figure Peak Master let out a mocking laugh. "If I hadn't done that, how could I have lured out a traitor like you?"
She did not spare the woman another glance. Instead, her gaze fell upon the entrance to the dark, gloomy corridor. "Since you're already here, aren't you going to show yourself?"
Crisp applause rang out, followed by a figure slowly emerging.
He wore a white robe and had a childlike face beneath the white hair of a crane. His eyes were bright and piercing.
The old man gazed at the Paper Figure Peak Master with a broad smile. "Old ghost, you truly are admirable. I can't believe you managed to hold out until now."
"But the more you put on airs, the more convinced I am that you're already at the end of your strength."
With that, he turned to the woman and said in a deep voice, "Elder Liang, don't let this old ghost deceive you. This is the moment when he's at his weakest."
The woman's expression shifted, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "Even if you're unharmed, you still won't escape death today."
The Paper Figure Peak Master sized up