The woman in the air's expression shifted slightly. She took a step forward and vanished into the void.
It was as if she'd never been there at all.
'That sound... was that from a Witch's Flute of the Witch Race?'
Shen Lang sat in the wooden basin, his expression wavering.
'This is just the periphery of the Barbaric. The Witch Race is hidden deep within its heart. Why would they appear here?'
'The flames on that woman just now were incredibly intense, scorching the void as if boiling water. It wasn't the result of a Cultivation Technique, but rather something innate, something she was born with. It was more like a Talent Ability of the Demon Race.'
'A flame of such extreme purity... In all the world, who besides the Vermilion Bird Race could conjure such a thing?'
Shen Lang hadn't dared to use his Silver Eyes of Truth in her presence.
But after sensing the unique nature of her flames, he had instantly guessed her identity!
