"Who am I? Oh well, since you're about to die, I'll let you die with a bit of understanding. Remember, my name is Qing Ling." The white-clad middle-aged woman spoke, as a circle of green light appeared on her body. Her face rapidly transformed within the green light, and after a while, it became the face of a youthful and delicate girl, though for some reason, her skin had a slight flush of yellow.
Not far away, Ouyang Ming's gaze fell on the girl, a trace of incredulity flashing in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, but in the end, he did not utter a word.
"This aura... you're not from the Demon Clan, who... who exactly are you?" Liu Congyang's face changed, and he shouted, his voice stern and severe.
