Inside the tomb, the woman in the painting listened to the gathering cultivators outside as they babbled nonsense. Their voices shifted abruptly from east to west, wandering about blindly like headless flies. They roughly knew the location of the ice tomb, yet they scurried back and forth between north and south, trying to draw the two of them out with their shouts without actually knowing where they were.
Hearing the noisy commotion outside, the woman in the painting smiled as brightly as a flower. She listened quietly, as if she were deriving pleasure from the anxiety and irritability of these people.
When the cultivators' shouts grew increasingly frantic, even crossing into insults directed at the female cultivator, she suddenly soared out of the ice tomb, followed by a series of shrill, miserable screams.
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