The woman in white gave me a faint smile, as if she were waiting to see what would happen next.
I furrowed my brows, thinking, isn't this woman in white just a ghost? How could she seem to know everything? Could she be more powerful than my master? That's impossible; I had fought with her before, and felt that I could destroy her on my own with the help of some magic artifacts.
That's right, I remembered—if you take her age into account, this woman in white should be at least in her forties or fifties by now. It's just that she has become a ghost, and her appearance won't age anymore, remaining the age she was when she died. I had actually forgotten about that. How careless of me.
Perhaps the woman in white was right, maybe that man would come back on his own, but as for the reason, I was unclear about that. Could it be…
Suddenly, a thought struck me…
