Ace and Liu Mei searched their surroundings, but there was no sign of Sarah.
Did she fall into the Dark River? Or—was she some kind of high-level cultivator who couldn't fly but could teleport?
No matter how Ace tried to make sense of it, nothing added up.
Liu Mei clutched White Fur tightly, her small hands trembling against the thick, soft fur. The unease in her eyes was unmistakable.
Ace noticed. As the adult, it was his responsibility to reassure her.
"Oh, right," he said suddenly, as if recalling a long-forgotten detail. "She did mention she was a Legend Rank cultivator, didn't she? How could I forget?"
"Really?" Liu Mei whispered, her voice barely audible, tinged with hesitant hope.
Ace tapped his chin, feigning deep thought before sighing dramatically.
"Oh, wait. She was a ghost."
For the first time, Liu Mei let out a high-pitched shriek—one that could probably be heard halfway across the valley.
