Inside a private hall of the Fragrance Inquiry House's main building, Xiong Tingting sat quietly.
Watching Pei Yupo and the other three leave, she clenched the Light-Returning Mirror tightly. Then she looked again at the scenes within it: the Overlord Soul inheritor hiding inside the tomb, followed by a Saint Martial Stage expert blasting the Willow Leaf Sacred Tomb apart.
Xiong Tingting watched it over and over, unable to stop herself from murmuring, "What exactly is going on?"
As she spoke, she returned to the innermost room of the private hall in utter confusion.
Gently lifting the door curtain, she frowned again. "It seems Pei Yupo believes Young Master Sikong is dead, but he actually isn't. Fortunately, Young Master Sikong didn't come back to bid me farewell at a time like this. Otherwise..."
Thud...
Before Xiong Tingting could finish her "otherwise," she suddenly collapsed to the floor with a thud, staring into the room as if she had seen a ghost.
Her entire body froze as she tentatively asked, "S-Sir Sikong?"
Sikong Jing was actually inside her room at that very moment, sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face.
He had truly returned—but how had he done so without making a sound?
Xiong Tingting was utterly dumbfounded again. All of a sudden, she desperately wanted to ask: Are you a man or a ghost?
Yet Sikong Jing merely smiled, seeming to see through her thoughts. "Don't worry, Boss Xiong. Of course I'm not a ghost... but I'm sorry. I inadvertently used you again and overheard all sorts of Pei Yupo's plans."
With that, Sikong Jing stepped forward and helped Xiong Tingting to her feet.
Only then was Xiong Tingting completely certain that he was not a ghost. But if he was not a ghost, how had he appeared so