The voice ca suddenly, yet it sounded sowhat familiar.
But when Zhang Ze turned around, he saw no figure, the corridor from where it ca was empty, with no one in sight.
However, before Zhang Ze could inquire, the voice spoke again.
"You can't see ?"
This ti, Zhang Ze did not lose focus. He listened carefully but could not discern its location.
The voice, gentle like a clear ripple in a pond, echoed throughout the room, seeming to be everywhere.
Zhang Ze suspected he had encountered a cyber ghost, yet there was no malice in the voice.
How strange.
"I'm a fool, unable to see your true form, Senior. I hope you'll reveal yourself."
Due to his own experiences with life and death, Zhang Ze had beco indifferent to terms of address. It's always been each to their own; you call brother, I call you senior, it's all casual.
Zhang Ze cupped his hands in salute, hiding the sword of his father-in-law within his sleeve.
"Alas, it's troubleso not to be seen." The female ghost sighed leisurely, "Young master, do not be anxious. Please put away the Storage Abyss; the sword cannot harm now."
Zhang Ze was taken aback, realizing that the black sword was nad Storage Abyss. His junior sister kept calling it her father's sword, and he assud it had no na.
Since it was exposed, Zhang Ze did not hide it any longer. He straightforwardly took out the Storage Abyss and guarded himself with it.
"We cannot et now, and I am unfamiliar with you, young master. Whatever I say, you probably won't believe. Let think..." the ethereal voice pondered.
After a mont, the female ghost seed to have found a solution, "Ah, yes, there is sothing on your person that can prove my identity."
Zhang Ze replied, "What thing?"
"No need to trouble yourself, young master; I'll retrieve it myself."
This ti, the voice drifted closer to Zhang Ze's ear.
Zhang Ze only felt a gust of wind beside him, and in a mont of distraction, the item he always carried at his waist was taken by the female ghost.
The Hundred Treasures Bag hanging at his waist floated in the air, glinting with spots of golden light, and it was opened in no ti.
This Hundred Treasures Bag was sothing Zhang Ze received from the administration office when he first joined the Sword Sect in the Outer Sect. Since he was used to it, he continued to carry it without plans of acquiring a new one.
Even when the inner space beca insufficient, Zhang Ze simply put a few high-level spatial magical artifacts inside, preferring to open it more tis when retrieving items but still keeping the worn bag.
It had a sense of understated luxury, like wearing a military coat over a suit or hiding treasures in a snakeskin bag.
The Hundred Treasures Bag opened easily, but the invisible female ghost seed uninterested in its valuable contents. After a mont of rummaging, she took out a Glazed Unity Ball.
Bai Tao had given this token to Zhang Ze before his departure to enter White Emperor City with it.
"Ah, this is it. Please, young master, do not worry. I will reveal myself now."
The Hundred Treasures Bag flew back to Zhang Ze's waist, the glazed ball fell to the ground, and within, the Unity Lock Bell lightly chid, a white figure manifested its true form before Zhang Ze.
A young girl in white clothes erged from the void, barefooted, with nine tails drifting behind her like dayti fireworks.
"Bai Tao?" Zhang Ze blurted out instinctively.
"No, young master, you've mistaken. I am Yuqing."
The phantom of Demon Venerable Yuqing bent down to pick up the Glazed Unity Ball from the ground and wore it on her wrist, then gave Zhang Ze a shallow bow.
Though Yuqing, except for her tails, was almost identical to Bai Tao, upon closer look, their temperants were vastly different.
Before him was soone whose every smile was captivating, living up to the na of Demon Venerable.
The one behind was just a lazy fox obsessed with novels and with a bit of a peculiar taste preference.
"How... why are you here? Weren't you turned into..." Zhang Ze was bewildered, never expecting to see this Fox Race Demon Venerable here.
The tale said that the Demon Venerable had turned herself into a soup, dispersing as auroras across the world; how could she be here?
Yuqing smirked slightly, covering her mouth with a soft laugh, "Young master is astute to have seen through this. You guessed right; I indeed transford into the spiritual qi of this world. What stands before you is rely a wisp of thought."
"Are you dead?" Zhang Ze exclaid.
"Not at all, I can revert in a while." Yuqing's phantom stepped forward, her tails gently swaying as she leaned close to whisper in Zhang Ze's ear, "But judging from your expression, young master, were you reluctant to part with just now?"
"No, I...," Zhang Ze stamred and retreated a step.
He had encountered bad won before but never one at such a high level.
"Hehe, I won't tease you, young master."
Yuqing stepped back, creating distance between herself and Zhang Ze. The coquettish expression disappeared without a trace, now looking at Zhang Ze earnestly.
"You must have retrieved so mories from back then to co here. There are many things you must not understand, such as the rebellion in the Northern Territory. Please co with , and I will resolve your doubts personally."
With that, Yuqing turned, her lovely tails gesturing for Zhang Ze to hurry and follow.
Temporarily watching Yuqing's back, sothing that 'mouth' snatched from the old thing murmured to Zhang Ze.
"Hold firm to your principles and resist temptation. Rember the phrase 'strip and resolve doubts'; losing your chastity here would leave explanations challenging when you return."
Zhang Ze replied, "Are you a fool... it's called 'strip off and unravel,' not 'strip off and resolve doubts.' Besides, I don't have any chastity to lose."
There was silence because 'mouth' was taken back by the old thing.
...
Following Yuqing, Zhang Ze arrived at a quiet room, elegantly arranged with a tranquil atmosphere distinct from the bizarre style of the rest of the Underground City.
Yuqing seated herself across the tea table, brewed a pot of tea for Zhang Ze, which had been stored for who knows how long, and then, without further ado, began telling the story from the start.
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