"It's her again..."
For this ghostly face, appearing neither crying nor smiling, Jun Xiaoyao was all too familiar.
From the Ghost-faced Maiden in the Celestial Dao Tower, to the Ghost-faced Woman on the altar of the Lower Realm, to the Bronze Immortal Hall, and then in front of him now.
Jun Xiaoyao had never truly seen her, yet he felt she was omnipresent.
Many places bore traces of her presence.
She seemed to be wandering through the ancient history of the Immortal Realm, as if searching for something.
And at this moment, her gaze fixed upon him.
Even someone as strong as Jun Xiaoyao felt vaguely as if he were being seen through.
This feeling, he did not appreciate.
"I am a Transmigrator, in this world without mingling in any karma. If she is searching for the shadow of someone, she can only be disappointed." Jun Xiaoyao thought silently to himself.
He is who he is, Jun Xiaoyao.
Past, present, and future, all belong solely to him.
