As long as she could see and touch her opponent, there was nothing to be afraid of. This was the first thought Lin Sanjiu had when she saw the large pasty face in the sky.
However, in the next few seconds, a second thought rose, telling her that this was a battle that could not be fought.
Right after the geisha locked gazes with Lin Sanjiu, it shrunk and merged into the dark sky. It moved so fast that Lin Sanjiu thought she was seeing an illusion. She quickly turned her body around as she scanned her surroundings. Row after row of ceramic vases continued to stand upright in the dark like a battalion of dutiful soldiers, but the geisha was nowhere to be seen.
"Maxin!" Lin Sanjiu rushed back to the vase and yelled into it, "Listen, I need you to give me a description of an ability!"
"What ability?"
"My—" She bit her tongue. Then, she fell silent and peered into the vase once more.
'Does Maxin's voice really sound like that?'
