Chapter 132: The Paper Crane
Inside the wooden hut.
She had used her spiritual power to cleanse the room countless times, but it still seemed as if the scent of another person lingered.
Fairy Chenyan sat upright on a mat, her clothes neat and orderly. In front of the mat hung a portrait of a person, though it wasn't Dong Yangbo.
According to her cultivation art, she was supposed to enter closed-door cultivation immediately, using this evil art and the yang essence she had obtained from this person to search for a slim opportunity to break through.
Yet, she remained sitting there, her eyes vacant, gazing at the portrait. Her expression was peculiar, as though she were struggling with something. Finally, she murmured to the portrait, "Master, I’ve been cultivating this evil art, harming innocent people... have I made a mistake?"
The portrait was just an inanimate object and naturally gave her no answer.
The wooden hut was silent.
After a brief moment, Fairy Chenyan suddenly straightened her posture, the confusion in her eyes dissipating, replaced by firm resolve.
She abruptly opened her palm, revealing over a dozen fine silver needles as thin as strands of hair.