The ghostly green energy, the familiar feeling…
It really looked like Nethery.
Bu Fang's eyes fixed on the stone coffin on the scenic mountain. The hand stretched out from it was pale and bloodless, but it was shrouded by ghostly green energy.
He was sure, however, that it was not Nethery. Although their energy seemed to be of the same origin, its aura was a bit odd and much stronger than Nethery's. Most important of all, Nethery should be cultivating in the Divine Chef Temple now.
If it wasn't Nethery, then who was the woman in this coffin? Was she the Cursed Goddess of the previous generation?
Bu Fang took a deep breath, thinking.
