Li Xiu stared blankly at the existence known as the Ancestral Spirit, finding it somewhat familiar, yet not quite matching the shadow in his memory.
The Ancestral Spirit had completely emerged from the Light Cave, appearing as an exceptionally beautiful woman, possessing the benevolence of a Madonna and the compassion of a Bodhisattva. The only flaw was that she surprisingly was bald.
"Lord Ancestral Spirit, please grant me power." The Vajra Wrathful Buddha was already ecstatic upon seeing the Ancestral Spirit truly descend, and bowed again to it.
Yet the Ancestral Spirit did not look at the Vajra Wrathful Buddha but rather gazed at Li Xiu with eyes full of boundless love and slowly began to walk towards him.
"Is the Ancestral Spirit going to personally slay Li Xiu?" Bu'Er remarked, surprised.
"Something's off!" Uncle Evil frowned, increasingly sensing something amiss, as the Ancestral Spirit's gaze didn't seem like one intent on killing Li Xiu.
