The white figure froze, seemingly given a fierce shock by Qin Shaofeng's unexpected sharpness. After hesitating for a moment, it finally stepped slowly out from behind the stone pillar, revealing its true form.
It was a strange creature, snow-white all over, like a petite little girl. Her skin was transparent, and one could vaguely see blood vessels and bones moving within her. More bizarre still, it seemed as though some spell had been cast upon her, making her appear both real and unreal, as if she might dissolve into clouds and mist at any moment.
"What... what are you?" Qin Shaofeng was startled, an indescribable sense of discord rising within him.
The white creature slowly raised her head. Her crystal-clear eyes held an innocent, guileless expression, yet they were mixed with a trace of sinister strangeness that made one's scalp prickle.
"Little... little master..." she murmured faintly, actually addressing Qin Shaofeng as "little master."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qin Shaofeng frowned. Though he found it strange, he did not treat her rudely.
The creature suddenly moved, drawing close to Qin Shaofeng's feet. As though half-dreaming and half-awake, she said, "I am the one and only Inherited Vengeful Spirit throughout all ages. Never did I imagine that one day, within this Three Transmissions Legacy Land, I would see traces of living things from the Yang world again."
"Master, do not fear. For tens of thousands of years, I have not meddled in the troubles of the mortal world. Naturally, I will not harm you in the slightest..."
Her voice was as ethereal as drifting fine rain. It sounded innocent and harmless, yet carried a bizarre intent that seized the soul.
Qin Shaofeng's heart jolted, and understanding dawned upon him. So this creature was not an Inherited Vengeful Spirit at