"Ancestor!"
As Xin Qing gazed at that utterly bewitching figure of light, the power of her bloodline confirmed its identity, yet tears could not help spilling from her eyes.
"My descendant, you have finally come. Accept my legacy. I have waited so long for you..."
The feather-robed beauty floating in midair watched Xin Qing with the gentle gaze of an elder looking upon a younger generation. She extended a crystalline, jade-like hand and beckoned, her soft voice suffused with astonishing allure.
As Xin Qing gazed at the figure of light, her eyes grew unfocused, and she slowly reached out her little hand. Just then, however, Ling Feng caught it. Startled, Xin Qing regained her clarity, then looked blankly at Ling Feng beside her.
"Lord Ling Feng..."
"She is not your ancestor..."
Ling Feng stared fixedly at the utterly bewitching woman. The words that emerged from his mouth instantly chilled Xin Qing to the bone.
"Lord Ling Feng, why would you say that? I can sense that she shares the same bloodline as our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. Could you have mistaken her?"
Xin Qing spoke softly to Ling Feng. He did not answer, merely keeping his eyes fixed on the Charming Woman as fire began to surge deep within his pupils.
"You are not of my clan! Who are you?"
The Charming Woman frowned slightly at Ling Feng, then looked sharply down at Xin Qing and said coldly, "My descendant, how dare you defy our clan's rules and bring an outsider into the Ancestral Soul Hall without permission! What punishment do you deserve?"
"Ancestor, it is not like that. Please listen..."
Xin Qing hurried to explain, but Ling Feng pulled her behind him. With a faint smile, he looked at the bewitching woman and said, "Enough. Stop pretending. You may have