The raspiness in the woman's voice gradually faded, replaced by an ethereal quality.
She said, "You actually have such ambition, truly commendable... But I'm quite lonely here myself. Since I've helped you, you should help me too. If I can't find your sister, I won't ask much of you... Is that alright? I'm very lonely... truly very lonely..."
A faint sound of sobbing came from beneath the grave.
Strands of pale red Qi emerged from the rubble.
In Wang Jixuan's main body, goosebumps erupted all over.
He felt a strange, formidable pressure equivalent to the Upper Three Grades Golden Immortal.
This pressure was elusive yet directly reached his Dao Heart and consciousness, as though any slight carelessness could taint his awareness with this ghostly thing.
It was too late to regret coming here.
Wang Jixuan had a sudden inspiration:
"Why don't you come out for a walk?
"I can alleviate your boredom a bit while searching for my sister.
