"In a sudden turn, that person was there, in the dim light of the lanterns!"

Dai Yaoyao murmured to herself, her thoughts drifting far away. She thought of how she had always been called a witch, and of her experiences. Even in the demonic path, she felt somewhat out of place.

"Just different from them, standing in the dim light of the lanterns?"

Suddenly, a faint glow appeared on Dai Yaoyao's body, and her aura became restrained. Spiritual Qi seeped into her limbs and bones, giving her an ethereal presence.