A cold, sinister laugh echoed around them. She was no longer hiding her true self—she was the Heavenly Dao.
Su Nian glanced around. It was still the same small, dilapidated wooden cabin, only now it looked far more decrepit. The doorframe was covered in countless spiderwebs, and everything had turned a drab, broken-down gray.
Even stranger, the cabin's interior had inexplicably expanded by dozens of times, creating an endless space no matter which way she walked.
Su Nian knew this was the work of that ghostly Heavenly Dao. It had used its power to hide here all along, meticulously calculating human sentiment. It knew that even in death, the old woman would feel a flicker of pity for it, so it simply lay in wait, biding its time. It certainly had a few tricks up its sleeve.
