For a long time, all Anji discovered in this labyrinth were souls that had lost all intelligence. With the few exceptions that had loyalty, Anji did not think she would encounter a new type of soul in this place.
Previously, Anji had already figured there was an old civilisation here in the ruins. The carved walls and stone structures were dead giveaways even in the darkness and with a blindfold over her eyes. However, she never thought this would be a temple for a real deity. Not until she met the shrine keeper, a soul with real form and intelligence.
"Welcome, successor of the Mystical Qilin Sect! It has been a while since the last one arrived. Is she doing well? The child with snow-white hair and a stern countenance."
The talking shrine keeper's soul scared Anji bad enough that she stumbled backwards, tripped on the uneven ground and fell backwards right into a sharp stalagmite.
