"Ah!"
The ball of light engulfed Mōryōmaru outright.
Xu Zhiqiu sheathed her sword and fixed her gaze on the spot, her eyes thoughtful. When she had unleashed that attack, she had felt her soul tremble briefly.
As the light gradually dispersed, a figure lay on the ground, dressed in Mōryōmaru's ragged clothes, their body visibly smaller than before.
Still not dead?
Xu Zhiqiu frowned and reached for her sword hilt, preparing to strike again, when the figure turned over and looked straight at her.
Xu Zhiqiu saw a youthful face. Its former gloom had vanished, the lips had regained a pale pink hue, and the eyes were a deep purple. The evil aura around the figure had dissipated, leaving her all the purer.
"What happened to you?" Xu Zhiqiu had never expected the evil Mōryōmaru to turn into a young girl. The girl's aura was so pure that she simply could not bring herself to strike.
"I am Pure Spirit." The girl gazed at Xu Zhiqiu with clear purple eyes, her voice soft and sweet.
Xu Zhiqiu fell silent. Noticing the glimpses of bare skin showing through the girl's clothes, she took off her outer robe, walked over, and draped it over her shoulders under the girl's watchful gaze.
"Let's go inside the castle first." Xu Zhiqiu helped her to her feet.
The girl stood and followed Xu Zhiqiu into the castle, when a figure flashed into their path.
"Qiu."
Xu Zhiqiu looked up at Naraku, who was dressed in battle armor, delight showing in her eyes. "You're back. Did the battle go well?"
"Everything went smoothly," Naraku said, scrutinizing the person Xu Zhiqiu was supporting.
Throughout this, Pure Spirit kept her head lowered, not daring to look at him.
"Where are your subordinates? Why are you alone?" Xu Zhiqiu