"So, you... you are Tieguanyin?"
The arrival of the Twelve Ghost Altars caused a kind of indescribable feeling of losing weight in Shangjing City. The remnants of the recent nightmare still lingered in their hearts when the sudden sensation of being pulled back into an intensely real normal world overwhelmed them.
In this seemingly real yet illusory feeling, as everyone struggled to detach themselves, they heard such a strange voice. When they looked at her again, their gazes became cautious.
There was an answer already in their hearts, but they still wanted to ask aloud.
The person everyone had been searching for appeared so quickly at this moment, making it feel almost unreal.
"Isn't it obvious?"
The woman in green clothes sitting on the altar stretched lazily, then jumped down from it.
Her gaze, too, was fixed on the crowd, and it was hard to tell if it was joy at seeing her kind again or tinged with some sigh.
"So, you were really suppressed by the Twelve Ghost Altars?"
