Lei Dong abruptly turned at the sound and looked toward its source. There stood a simply dressed young woman beside the thatched cottage, gentle and gracious, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Her lively, warm eyes held a faint delight and a trace of bashfulness.
The feeling was just like a wife weaving at home, waiting for her husband to return after a long absence, and seeing him finally come through the door.
Lei Dong froze. Wan Yan—how could Wan Yan be here...?
"Wan Yan?" Lei Dong started, but then shook his head and looked more closely. He realized this woman was definitely not Wan Yan. At most, she looked very much like her. But she wasn't Wan Yan, the girl who had grown up with him from childhood. He knew her as well as he knew his own left and right hands. Every frown and smile, every gesture and movement of hers, carried a charm that was uniquely her own.
But Wan Yan had no sisters. Could it be... Lei Dong's expression gradually darkened. He demanded, "What do you have to do with my wife, Wan Yan? Did you take over her body?" He still clung to a last shred of hope. If he confirmed that his wife had been possessed, he would destroy this soul without hesitation.
"Lei Dong, you've come right to my door. How can you still not know who I am?" The plainly dressed woman smiled softly, her manner graceful and captivating beyond words. Her eyes, which had been shy just moments ago, now held the unfathomable depths of a starry sky and a vast ocean.
"You're the Mother of All Spirits?" Lei Dong was stunned. "Then what about the one outside? Are you the clone, or is she? And you still haven't answered my earlier question."
"What