Yu Ci stopped once more. He found that if he did not resolve this problem as quickly as possible, a lingering discomfort would settle in his mind.
Especially given that the fragrance pointed to an old acquaintance, and for someone like that to do things in this manner—no matter how he thought about it, her current state felt exceedingly enigmatic.
He closed his eyes, projecting his consciousness into Chengqitian while pulling several fragments from his memory, blending them with the imprint of the fragrance to fashion a lifelike image.
At this moment, Madam Huanyong flew up from the Myriad Demon Pool at his command, witnessing the entire process of the image's creation.
Beneath the Cloud Tower Tree, a woman's figure thus materialized. With her shaved head and monkish robes, she possessed the rare appearance of a Buddhist nun in the Eastern cultivation world, but soon the swirling clouds around her shifted like smoke, masking her plain outer robe and giving rise to magnificent multicolored celestial garments with fluttering ribbons, looking nothing like a mortal.
The most astonishing part was that even though she was a phantom condensed from Yu Ci's mind, standing beneath the tree, she was inexplicably fragrant and moving, captivating the soul.
Xusheng, whose concentration was slightly lacking, opened his eyes involuntarily, and upon seeing her, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Master Miao Xiang?"
"Miao Xiang?"
Madam Huanyong inexplicably found the name familiar. Rummaging through her memory, she recalled—was this not the cast-off wife of You Can, Lord of Flying Soul City?
Relevant information existed within the intelligence network of the Western Sect of the Demonic Path, yet more detailed accounts were those she had heard over the years while communicating with Kou Chu and others through the Lord of Gods network.
This woman had once had a bout