The Purity Saintess stared at the ghost floating back and forth in front of her, her gaze inscrutable, while the young girl across from her examined her up and down with curiosity written all over her face, seeming to enjoy the spectacle without caring about the seriousness.
The bridal chamber was silent. Chen Yi's face remained stiff, while the smiles on Min Ning and Qin Qingluo's faces were frozen, as if they had been suspended in time.
Donggong Ruoshu looked blankly, not understanding what was happening inside, and the woman wrapped in glowing white gauze before her seemed especially odd.
"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?" Miss Donggong asked in confusion.
The Purity Saintess didn't know how to answer. The ghost seemed to lack... perceptiveness. If it had attacked directly, it would have been easier to deal with, but this ghost showed neither killing intent nor hostility, which made things troublesome.
