"I never imagined that in just over thirty years, these Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors would find their suitable owner. New owner of the Spiritual Scissors, can you tell me if he is dead?" The woman in the illusion stood tall and graceful, with shoulder-length hair, her voice hollow and ethereal as if coming from the high heavens.
The silhouette was very blurry, its facial features indistinct. Xiao Xian could only rely on intuition to determine that the person within the light was Mei Xiang, the creator of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.
"Mr. Bai has already passed away," Xiao Xian said sorrowfully. Mortality is inevitable for everyone, an experience Mei Xiang, as a Cultivator, should find hard to comprehend.
The silhouette flickered slightly, and after a few seconds, she continued with another question.
