A Wan’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the expressionless Ming Li, unable to react for a long time.
After a while, A Wan pointed at Ming Li, her voice trembling, and stammered, “Who… who are you?” This woman in front of her was definitely not the young girl she knew!
Ming Li furrowed her brows. Without further ado, she grabbed A Wan’s hand and pulled her into the space they had just been in.
Seeing the man covered in wounds, both large and small, A Wan was stunned. When she clearly saw the man’s face, hatred surged in her eyes, uncontrollable.
Ming Li’s gaze swept over the battered demonic cultivator lying on the ground. She said to A Wan, “Do you want revenge?”
A Wan clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Ming Li and softly whispered two words: “Thank you.”
Recalling everything she had suffered in her previous life, A Wan hesitated no longer. The next second, she pounced towards the demonic cultivator, a formidable ghostly energy manifesting around her. The energy condensed into a black orb before her, which she then hurled fiercely at the demonic cultivator. The black power, imbued with the might of a Ghost King, struck the demonic cultivator forcefully.
With a *puff*, the demonic cultivator spat out another mouthful of blood, becoming even weaker.
After A Wan dealt with the demonic cultivator, she stared intently at Ming Li’s face, as if trying to see through the soul within the body. But A Wan failed. She now possessed the strength and cultivation of a Ghost King, and discerning souls was an easy feat. Yet, after gazing at Ming Li for a long time, she found herself unable to see through her. All she knew for sure was that the core of this body had been replaced.
“Who are you?”
Ming Li’s indifferent gaze flickered over A Wan before returning to her own path. Her lips parted slightly, and she uttered three words: “Lin Qing Li.”
A Wan: “You’re not her!”
It was not a question, but a statement of fact.
Hearing A Wan’s certain tone, Ming Li raised an eyebrow but remained silent. She turned and left the space.
Seeing this, A Wan frowned and followed her out. With her increased cultivation, she could now walk like a normal person instead of floating.
Upon reaching the living room, Ming Li sank onto the sofa, lazily propping her forehead with her hand. Her gaze fell upon A Wan, and she said, “Sit.”
A Wan’s brows furrowed. She sat opposite Ming Li, her eyes fixed on Ming Li’s face. “What about her?”
Ming Li knew who A Wan was referring to. She pursed her lips and softly uttered two words: “Dead.”
A Wan:
(lll￢o
(⊙_⊙)？
A Wan, opposite her, grew somber upon hearing Ming Li’s words. “No wonder, no wonder I felt a Ghost King’s aura from that girl in my previous life.”
“Host, what are you doing?”
“Of course, I’m going to eliminate the Ghost King and complete the mission.”
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ps: Thank you, darlings, for the gifts!