It was a woman as well. She appeared to be less than twenty years old. She wore a veil that concealed her face and was clothed in white. Her well-proportioned hourglass figure could be seen indistinctly under the white veil. A fair-skinned hand stretched out and a finger was extended to touch the back of Ye Xinglan's head.
The starlight appeared once again precisely behind her head.
"Ding!" There was a crisp ringing sound as the finger was pushed away by the impact. Ye Xinglan turned illusionary, and an emaciated palm grabbed at her cheek and missed.
The momentary engagement lasted for a very short period of time, but two attacks had already been launched by each opponent. The woman in white silently returned to Li Mengjie's back and fused into her before vanishing completely.
It was the Witch. It was Li Mengjie's Witch martial soul.
