The next moment, a black insect crawled into the parting of Xing Lingzhu’s hair, sending a sudden chill down her spine. As she turned, the murmurs of the crowd reached her ears.
"Look, it’s actually Song Nianchu piloting the spirit boat."
"Wait, isn't Si Jiuli the master of the Fifth Hall of the Sun Temple? Isn't Si Jiuli a man?" Many people who had never met Song Nianchu or Si Jiuli were uncertain.
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