Chapter 140 Outside the Lingxing Gate

As the Black Cat perched on the tree, avidly watching the proxy war between the Mice and the insects, in another direction within the same forest, the Witch whom the Black Cat had originally been tracking stood amidst a field of ruins, silently waiting for something.

These were the ruins of stone buildings, with broken stone arches faintly revealing the form of the Lingxing Gate, and remnants of wooden structures scattered about, all weather-worn to the point that they seemed as if they would turn to ash at the slightest touch.

Further in the distance, there were dried-up ponds, arches, stone temples, and vast expanses of lush pines and cypresses, standing silently deep within the ruins. The atmosphere was profoundly tranquil and undisturbed.

Korma held her hands in front of her stomach, her body rigidly straight, her eyelids drooping, her gaze inward, resembling one deep in meditation.

She did not cross the threshold of the Lingxing Gate, yet she showed no signs of leaving.