Jingling—

The chain rubbed against the stone path, emitting an ear-piercing sound.

The oncoming person was a woman with a gaunt face. She was wet, with water dripping from the corners of her clothes as if she had been dragged out of the river. With her hair disheveled, she looked like a female ghost.

On her side, Fang Ling was holding her arm and walking slowly.

“These two people…”

Black Lotus said in low voice in the ...