"That's right."
Little Zhao quickly said:
"I am an Ascender from the Lower Realm. I only ascended to this Imperial City a couple of days ago. Just as I was trying to figure out this world's situation, someone nearly killed me. If not for my benefactor's rescue, I would've died here..."
She paused upon saying this, and suddenly screamed 'Mother!' after seemingly seeing something.
She struggled to her feet, staggered over to the bottom of a nearby beam, and fell to her knees beside a corpse, looking utterly devastated.
Little Zhao, though young, was already an exceptionally beautiful young woman.
Even in her panic, despair, and sadness, her stunning beauty and unmatched elegance were hard to conceal.
Ding Ling walked over to look at the corpse and saw that it belonged to an old woman who seemed to be seventy or eighty years old.
But upon closer inspection,
Ding Ling knew the old woman was wearing a human-skin mask.
