Chapter 241.2 - Secret Massacre

“Grand Priestess.....”

“No need to say anymore. My mind is set.” The woman opened her mouth to speak, interrupting the black shadow. “You’re dismissed.”

Even if Qing Yu was really that dense, she would have discovered that there was something wrong with the woman by now. She could not help but go on to ask: “You..... are a spirit?”

From the moment the woman appeared, Qing Yu had felt that the woman gave her a very strange feeling, but she had not thought of this point. Her aura was very weak at that moment and her body was beginning to turn a little translucent, like she was going to disappear at any moment.

But she had clearly been able to touch the woman’s body earlier. Although her body had felt rather cold, she had definitely felt firm and solid flesh.

So what is happening here?

Hearing that, the woman slowly lifted her head, and the pair of dark obsidian eyes seemed to recall things in the far past by looking at her.

After a long while, she then opened her mouth to say softly: “I am not a spirit..... It’s a curse.”

“A curse?” Qing Yu’s eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

The woman suddenly laughed softly as she raised up a translucent hand, and it was impossible to tell whether the expression on her face was one of joy or sadness. “That’s right..... I have remained here in this place for several hundred years, wrecked by the power of the curse, suffering excruciating pain and agony, but will never die, living day after day and not knowing when I can finally be freed from this torment.”

Qing Yu immediately thought of something. “It’s the Temple Lord from the Divine Temple?”

Although she had not interacted with the Temple Lord all that much, but Qing Yu already knew that the Temple Lord was not someone who was easy to get along with, not to mention all the rumours she had heard of the vile and treacherous deeds the venomous Temple Lord had committed.

Once Qing Yu’s words came out, the woman suddenly laughed chillingly and her voice was frosty as she said: “Temple Lord? Ha! She is nothing more than an absolutely ruthless maniac who massacred an entire bloodline, a dove usurping the magpie’s nest!”

Qing Yu arched up an eyebrow. [From that tone..... It seems like she knows something!]

“Grand Priestess, trouble is upon us. There are many people gathered outside.” While they spoke, the black shadow that the woman had dismissed earlier appeared once again, his voice a little frantic.

The woman cast a scathing glance over the man and it seemed to be filled with an invisible oppressive aura as the panic in the black shadow’s heart immediately disappeared without a single trace left.

“What’s gotten you into such a fluster?” The indifferent voice then said, its tone completely monotonous.

The black shadow took a deep breath before saying slowly: “Forgive me Grand Priestess, but it was just too sudden. The person leading the people..... is Cang Jian.”

The expression on the woman’s face finally showed a ripple of emotion as a strangely chilling smile slowly blossomed at the edges of her lips. “Ha, to think he still dares to show himself here.”