Spirit Vessel

Time has done a positive number on the poorly-dressed tea shop girl. She became graceful with an amazing figure shrouded below her silver robe. She appeared pure and transcending; a perfect creation from the gods.

She lost her fear and stood proudly with her chest arched forward. Her eyes flashed with holy glimmers as she spoke with an elegant voice: “Who are you?”

Gu Lida rubbed his messy beard and smiled: “I’m your Ancestral Uncle in terms of seniority.”

“Master said that you were evil enough to be expelled from the temple.” She grimaced while ripples appeared in her eyes.

Alas, there was no murderous intent despite knowing that he was an evil shaman. Her eyes were still clear like two springs with the water of life. Her nature was too kind and innocent.

“Keke, seniority doesn’t matter anymore, not now and not in the future.” Gu Lida gazed at her figure with his red eyes, wanting to see through her silver robe.

However, the mist around her blocked all lights in this world.

“Begin the ceremony.” Lida withdrew his intrusive stare and smirked, thinking that the girl was a fish on the platter, no need to rush.

“For what?” She asked. Even a fool could tell that the situation wasn’t looking good. Everything here seemed to be aimed at her.

Gu Lida’s eyes had a flash of both holiness and perversion: “The power of the ceremony will awaken one strand of intent from the great god. We’ll ask him to give me the tree inside you.”

He shuddered with excitement; his dried hand reached forward, wanting to grab her delicate body. His expression said it all. Who knows if it was because of the tree or the incredible beauty? Perhaps both.

Her expression soured, aware of this old man’s intention. She raised her silver staff and gathered witch energy in order to resist.