Right when Ye Qingtang was still feeling puzzled, an old-sounding voice suddenly rang in the empty main hall.
"It's her?"
Ye Qingtang couldn't see anyone speaking, but the voice in question seemed to drift into her ear, as though someone was speaking right beside her ear.
Elder Bai nodded. "Yes."
"Looking at her, I believe we've got the right person. No one else can imitate our Holy Lord's bone structure to this extent. This clone escaped back then, but now, we've finally found her. I think that we can answer to our late Holy Lord now."
"What has this clone been doing over the years?" Another voice started talking. It was a female's voice, sounding somewhat casual.
"Elders…" The young man who brought Ye Qingtang in began to report on everything regarding the Holy Lord of Shadows to a non-existent audience in the main hall.
His expression was serious, as though the elders stood right in front of him.
However, Ye Qingtang…
