One evening, within the dense forest three hundred miles east of Shuanghua Valley.
Shadows danced as a figure slowly emerged from illusion to reality.
The person was draped in a black robe, with a wide hood completely covering the face, threads of golden light flickering underneath the hood.
The black-robed figure stood silently on a tree branch, gazing into the distance at the barely visible mountain peaks.
"How long are you going to wait? Finish up quickly and get back, there's not enough spiritual energy here, it's unbearable!" a rough voice came from beneath the hood.
"No, no, no, Dean Xiao said that the Taoist guarding Shuanghua Valley is very good at bewitching the mind, we mustn't recklessly rush in," another voice calmly responded.
"He can bewitch you, but can he bewitch me? I'm not human," the rough voice scoffed.
"Yes, yes, yes, you're not human, you're a Yin Spirit, you're powerful, you're formidable," the other voice replied perfunctorily.
