She was an elegant woman, perhaps weathered by time, her black hair now completely white, her expression clearly marked by the passage of years.
"Who are you?" Mu Ruyue frowned, asking softly.
"Hehe..."
The woman chuckled lightly, a faint sadness on her face.
"I wonder if anyone still remembers my name, but it's enough for you to call me Madam Hua. I have also defiled this tomb, darkness entered my body and I lost my life, but I desperately preserved my Soul. Sadly, without a suitable physical body, the Soul would eventually dissipate. Before that, I left behind a memory essence, so what you're seeing now is merely my memory essence..."
Mu Ruyue's furrowed brow relaxed, yet she still did not speak, quietly observing the white-haired woman before her.
"Girl, my time is running short, but fortunately, I encountered you before my memory essence vanishes! I ask you, are you willing to become my Disciple?"
Madam Hua smiled as she looked at Mu Ruyue, speaking with affection.
