The white light appeared too suddenly.
Shen Tang raised a hand to shield her eyes and give them time to adjust, then cursed, "No honor! Setting off a flashbang without even a warning—"
The blinding light lasted a full two breaths before gradually fading.
With ordinary disruptive light, she could have simply closed her eyes. But there was something strange about this light; she couldn't just shut her eyes and be done with it. The entire time, her vision had been a sea of white. Tears had welled in the corners of her eyes, a natural response, and she couldn't see a thing. The others had reacted much the same way. Shen Tang cursed under her breath, but her concern for the battle won out. Before the white light had even faded completely, she was already impatiently opening her eyes.
The blinding light had dimmed to a soft glow.
A strange woman's translucent figure stood before them. She was tall, dressed in robes much like the High Priest's ceremonial attire, and carried a wooden staff. Even her features bore a striking resemblance to Jimò Qiu's. Anyone who didn't know better might have mistaken the two for blood relatives.
Even the real thing couldn't have looked this much alike!
Shen Tang murmured, "Jimò Cong?"
Wei Cheng seemed to have called out the same name.
For once, Gongxi Chou was actually reliable. "Jimò Cong, courtesy name Miaoming. She was one of the High Priests who perished in the calamity that befell the Wu Kingdom."
He had some impression of the High Priests who had lived closer to the present day, and Jimò Cong was the most unusual among them.
What made Jimò Cong so unusual?
By blood, Gongxi Chou was one of her descendants. She had also been one of the old