No one knows how long this body has been soaking here, yet it looks lifelike, without any sign of bloating.
Ming Wanxi!
She was actually here. Sang Que stared at her, as if in a daze. Aside from the initial fright, she felt Ming Wanxi had a kind of sacred aura, nothing like the terrifying figure described in the storyteller's tales.
The creature wandering in the Ming Mansion before — pale, decayed, covered in black branches — was not the real Ming Wanxi; it was a monster created by rumors.
Sang Que anxiously looked for Xia Chan and Xuan Yu. She tried to move away, but the strap of her bag was hooked by Ming Wanxi's hand.
Sang Que thought for a moment, took out the copper mirror that sealed Huilan, and released it. The copper mirror sank, Ming Wanxi's hand let go, and the body slowly sank into the Jade Liquid.
"Sister!"
Xia Chan's voice came from above, and a cluster of black hair extended down. She raised her hand, letting the hair entwine her.
