I was genuinely shocked when I discovered this truth.
There weren't just one or two spirits. There were many.
And these spirits weren't like the one in the Treasure Basin, which only had a vague semblance of a spirit. They were all like the spirit in Shanzitun and the spirit in the game, with complete thoughts and personalities.
I suddenly felt dizzy.
Was the Wu family of Qingzhou, where Wu Ling was born, a powerful family in ancient times?
Were they Taoists? Or something else... In any case, they must have been powerful, right?
Had Wu Ling also slowly come into being like the spirits here, developing a complete personality of her own?
As I pondered this, the spirits' voices warped and blended together into a jumble of noise.
It was as if someone had hit fast-forward. The warehouse door opened and closed, again and again.
I had no idea how much time had passed. Through the warehouse door whenever it opened, I saw the things inside gradually disappearing.
The porcelain doll was still here, but one day, someone finally took it away.
The surroundings changed, too.
The dark warehouse became a brightly lit room.
I saw electric lights, but they weren't modern ones. They were lamps with an old-fashioned feel.
The Republic of China era, or perhaps even earlier...
The furniture was still arranged in a traditional style, but people's clothes had become much more practical. They no longer wore wide-sleeved robes, though they still wore their hair in topknots.
My gaze fell on the seven or eight men in the room.
The man who had brought the porcelain doll in bowed and took his leave. Only seven people remained.
"So this is the one we've chosen?" someone asked.
He still had an accent, but I could understand what