Li Banfeng's kick of Trampling Ten Thousand Streams drew repeated praise from Hong Ying.
"Yingying, if full mastery of Trampling Ten Thousand Streams is ten parts, how many parts have I grasped?"
Hong Ying calculated seriously for a moment. "A bit over eight tenths, you certainly have that."
"Only eighty percent?" Li Banfeng was unconvinced. "How about we trade a few moves?"
Hong Ying said delightedly, "Sure!"
Li Banfeng looked behind Hong Ying, focusing his intent. Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly realized Hong Ying was gone.
"Yingying, when I said trading a few moves, I meant Trampling Ten Thousand Streams—" Li Banfeng summoned Banfeng Two, intending to have him tank the strike, when Hong Ying abruptly materialized and pinched Li Banfeng's nose.
"Seventh Brother, your technique is indeed quite good, but your Daoist foundational cultivation is a bit lacking. When I added footwork on top of Wind Rising from Still Earth, your eyes still couldn't keep up."
As a pitch-black shadow, Banfeng Two had been scared white in that brief instant. "Old One, stop sparring with her. After devouring Xiao Qianshou, she seems to have fully recovered!"
"A full recovery is a good thing!" Li Banfeng stretched his legs and feet. "Only like this can I hone real skill."
"Listen to me, at least summon the others too! Don't make me stand in the line of fire all alone! Wait a second, your phone's ringing!"
The makeshift telephone on Li Banfeng rang; it was Pineapple from the Seventh Chamber calling via the hook.
During this period, Pineapple and Ba Suan had been piloting Tianyi City to shadow a passenger ship departing from Chaoge's harbor, and now they had finally confirmed its route.
"Lord Seven, this passenger vessel shuttles between Chaoge and Dingye. Ba Suan's earlier deduction was correct. I spied quite a few royal family members, and I even saw Nian Shangyou returning to Chaoge with the ship. Based on this, the Bandit-Subduing Battalion must be stationed in Dingye City."
Li Banfeng asked, "What kind of place is Dingye City?"
Ba Suan said, "It's an agricultural hub where large numbers of serfs responsible for farming reside. They rarely get a chance to leave the city. Stationing the Bandit-Subduing Battalion in Dingye is indeed a sensible move."
Was it truly in Dingye City?
If their judgment was wrong, they would suffer a major loss.
Ba Suan took the receiver. "Lord Seven, I don't think there's any mistake. A passenger ship reserved for the royal family, with a figure like Nian Shangyou accompanying it—analyzing it by probability, this is a troop carrier for the Bandit-Subduing Battalion."
Judged by common sense, Ba Suan's deduction was sound.
Nian Shangyou hailed from a martial background; his trip to Dingye was likely to inspect the training of the Bandit-Subduing Battalion, which was probably nearing completion.
Yet upon further reflection, Qiao Yi might have intentionally sent Nian Shangyou out as a smokescreen.
This matter was truly difficult to assess.
***
Nian Shangyou picked up a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table.
Then he took out a silver needle, glanced at his thigh, gritted his teeth, and plunged it in.
He was a martial artist, fully capable of withstanding blades and axes, yet needles terrified him.
His nose twitched and his eyes reddened; tears welled in his sockets, but failed to spill over.
This wouldn't do.
Nian Shangyou lowered his fish-like eyes, raised the silver needle, gritted his teeth, and pricked himself once more.
This prick went deep and hit the mark accurately. Amid the sharp pain, tears finally welled forth.
He could not wipe the tears away; he had to keep his head bowed and let the droplet slide down his cheek to land on the handkerchief.
*Patter.* The teardrop fell, moistening the handkerchief. After waiting for over a minute, there was no response.
Nian Shangyou grew anxious. Once the tear stain dried, if there was still no answer, he would have to squeeze out another tear.
After waiting a moment longer, Nian Shangyou faintly saw Yuan Youshang's face on the tear stain. He finally let out a sigh of relief—the connection had been established.
"Brother, keep it brief. Any progress on the mission?"
The reason he had to urge him to keep it brief was that Yuan Youshang could never grasp the main point; he would recount every single thing he did down to the minutest detail.
This wasn't an issue with his communication skills, but rather a desire to curry favor and claim credit. At the slightest accomplishment, he wanted a reward. In the end, he simply hadn't straightened out his attitude and his station, failing to grasp what his proper duty entailed.
Fortunately, Nian Shangyou was broad-minded enough to patiently endure a few extra sentences from Yuan Youshang.
Of course, listening was one thing; as far as Nian Shangyou was concerned, no matter how much trivial fluff Yuan Youshang spouted, Nian Shangyou wouldn't remember a single word.
Yuan Youshang reported on his progress: "Over these past few days, Ma Junyang has stayed in Xiaoyaowu the entire time."
Nian Shangyou nodded slightly and waited for more than half a minute. The tear mark on the handkerchief was almost dry, yet Yuan Youshang had only uttered that single line.
"What has he been doing at Xiaoyaowu?" Nian Shangyou asked.
"Managing the business."
Nian Shangyou froze.
What kind of report was this?
Context, details, what specifically happened in between—he hadn't explained any of it.
"Be more specific."
"Auditing accounts, recording phonograph records, recruiting singers." Yuan Youshang fell silent again.
"That's all he did? Anything else?"
"Other..." Yuan Youshang's voice hitched slightly. The tear mark on the handkerchief was fading fast.
Nian Shangyou called out, "Brother, the handkerchief is drying up!"
This handkerchief was a magical artifact used for communication between the two of them, functioning only when moistened by tears. Nian Shangyou and Yuan Youshang each held one; as long as one of them replenished tears, both handkerchiefs stayed wet, keeping the communication unbroken.
In the past, Nian Shangyou never needed to remind him. Yuan Youshang was a subordinate and a Crying Cultivator, so providing tears was always his job.
Yet today Yuan Youshang had not replenished them. Helpless, Nian Shangyou raised the silver needle and pricked himself once again.
He had acted too hastily; the needle sank too deep, leaving him breathless from pain for half a moment.
Once the connection was restored, Nian Shangyou finally heard Yuan Youshang's reply: "There is nothing else."
Nian Shangyou stroked his catfish whiskers, his tone turning stern. "Brother Yuan, if this is your attitude, it will be hard for me to put in a good word for you before Lord Qiao."
"My attitude is entirely proper."
Nian Shangyou sharpened his tone: "If your attitude is proper, you should understand what your duty is! It wasn't me who gave you this errand; this is an assignment from the Imperial Court!"
"I am fulfilling my duty with complete diligence."
"Since you dare claim to be fulfilling your duties, let me ask you: what did Ma Junyang do the night before last? Tell me item by item, detail by detail."
One couldn't fabricate this on the spot.
Nian Shangyou had asked neither about today nor yesterday, but specifically about the night before last, proving he had prepared beforehand.
Yuan Youshang replied, "The night before last at seven o'clock, Ma Junyang dined with the socialite Ye Qingyin. At eight, he auditioned two newly arrived female singers. At nine, he recorded a record with Jiang Mengting. At ten, he returned to his quarters to rest."
"Jiang Mengting already left Xiaoyaowu, so why did she return to record a record?"
"The Number One Talented Woman, Zhang Xiuling, personally wrote a song for Jiang Mengting. When the record was recorded, Zhang Xiuling was also present."
"Who did Ma Junyang sleep with that night? Was it those two new singing girls?"
Asking to this degree was somewhat deliberately difficult.
Yet Yuan Youshang still answered with absolute clarity: "He did not sleep with the singers that night. He slept with three people in succession. Two of them were non-humans from the newland—one originally a mosquito, one originally a willow tree—and the remaining one does not possess Puluo Province bloodline."
With things stated to this point, Nian Shangyou had nothing left to nitpick. But Nian Shangyou knew that Yuan Youshang's state of mind was amiss. "Brother, one cannot rush these things. You work diligently, and everyone sees it. What is yours won't run away. You must not let temporary grievances disrupt your resolve. Speaking of grievances, I've suffered quite a few myself. Take that time you were sent to Daoguiling: you failed to accomplish the task, which made it hard for me to account for it before Lord Qiao—"
Just as Nian Shangyou was about to knock some sense into Yuan Youshang, he noticed the tear mark on the handkerchief was drying again.
Why did it dry so fast this time?
Nian Shangyou stuck himself with the needle once more, hastily replenishing the tears, only to hear Yuan Youshang say, "Subordinate takes his leave."
The connection severed.
Annoyed and fuming, Nian Shangyou walked into the courtyard, plucked an orchid leaf from the flowerbed, pinched and snapped its vein, and spoke into the break: "Keep an eye on Yuan Youshang. If there is any abnormality, inform me at once."
***
Shang State, Yuexing City.
This was a mobile city that traveled beneath the sea year-round. Belonging to the White Falcon League, it carried out missions in Shang State most of the time.
Li Banfeng walked around the streets, feeling there wasn't much difference between here and Sui'an Town from before.
"There are still differences," Zuo Anna said with a trace of sorrow. "Sui'an Town's movements were more covert. Although Yuexing City is somewhat faster, it exposes its tracks too easily. Every time we carry out a mission, our hearts are in our throats."
Li Banfeng asked, "Haven't you thought about taking Sui'an Town back?"
Last time, Zuo Anna's sneak attack on the Bandit-Subduing Battalion had failed, and Sui'an Town had been captured by the pursuers led by Yuan Youshang, causing Zuo Anna's standing within the White Falcon League to plummet.
Normally no one brought this up in front of her. Today, when Li Banfeng mentioned it, Zuo Anna tried to feign nonchalance, but couldn't pull it off. "Taking back Sui'an Town is impossible," Zuo Anna kept her emotions in check, but couldn't keep her words from stumbling. "I made an irremediable mistake and nearly dragged Critic down with me."
Li Banfeng said, "Perhaps there is a way to make amends. If we can locate the Bandit-Subduing Battalion, even if Sui'an Town cannot be reclaimed, at least we can give an accounting to the fallen soldiers."
Zuo Anna stopped dead in her tracks. "Lord Seven, you aren't just saying that offhandedly, are you?"
Li Banfeng said, "It was just offhand. I wasn't being serious at all, and I haven't received any news whatsoever."
"Lord Seven!" Zuo Anna raised her voice. "You can't tease me about this. I'm narrow-minded; once I take it seriously, I won't be able to let it go."
Li Banfeng led Zuo Anna to a street corner and asked in a low voice, "Do you know a place called Dingye?"
***
Yuan Youshang arrived at Xiaoyaowu's grand dance hall. He sat in the exact same seat as always, wearing the exact same woolen overcoat, smoking the same brand of cigarettes, and ordering the same bottle of wine.
This was a taboo. In the business of surveillance, one should never leave a lasting impression on others.
Manager Zhang had noticed Yuan Youshang long ago. At first, he thought the man had come demanding an explanation—after all, he had taken a beating at Xiaoyaowu, so coming back to seek justice made sense.
Yet when Manager Zhang offered money, he refused it; when he sent gifts, he wouldn't accept them; when he tried inviting him to a meal or a drink, the man showed no interest. Xiaoyaowu opened every day at four in the afternoon, and Yuan Youshang would sit right there until closing at five in the morning.
Manager Zhang felt this man's background was anything but simple. Not daring to handle the matter on his own, he could only report it to Ma the Fifth.
At eleven at night, the headline act stepped down to rest, and several new singers took turns on stage.
This was called the late-night slot. Many in the audience had left; those remaining were connoisseurs, selective in their listening and merciless in their critique. Singers who performed well would soon be allocated better time slots, while those who sang poorly would report for duty at four-thirty the next afternoon to perform warm-up songs.
There were also those who were mediocre, singing in the late-night slot for years on end, some even earning considerable fame.
Su Luning, currently singing on stage, was a renowned Queen of the Night. She never took other time slots or vied with anyone else, singing only between eleven and one in the morning. Quite a few patrons in the audience had come specifically for her.
As Su Luning sang "Meiniang's Song" on stage, Ma Junyang sat down next to Yuan Youshang and had an attendant bring over two bottles of wine.
Seeing this, Yuan Youshang looked at Ma the Fifth and said, "Thank you for the kind gesture, but I only drink one bottle of wine a day. I cannot drink more."
Ma the Fifth chuckled. "Drink as much or as little as you please. I just wanted someone to listen to the songs with and stave off boredom."
Yuan Youshang nodded. "I love listening to songs. Listening to songs is the most interesting thing in the world."
Ma the Fifth smiled. "That depends on who's singing. Yesterday a newcomer arrived, and we had her go up at four to warm up the crowd. Halfway through her song, an old gentleman in the audience nearly suffocated from distress."
Yuan Youshang thought for a moment. "Is that person named Liao Manqing? I heard her yesterday too, and I could hardly breathe back then either. Why did you let someone like that on stage?"
Ma the Fifth sighed softly. "She's Chief Envoy Liao's daughter, a frequent patron of Xiaoyaowu. She's a good person and has looked out for us quite a bit. The girl has no other requests—she just wants to sing on stage, regardless of the time slot. With a humble wish like that, I naturally had to agree."
Yuan Youshang asked, "Is she coming today?"
"Yes, she goes on at three in the morning. Do you still want to listen?"
Yuan Youshang nodded. "I'd like to. In fact, probably not just me—many others want to hear her too. Regardless of how well or poorly she sings, she's truly intriguing."
The two grew more in tune the more they talked. After Su Luning finished several songs, newcomer Xie Wanqing stepped onto the stage.
She sang "Autumn Water Maiden." Her vocal tone was not particularly outstanding, but her bearing was impeccably maintained. Standing upon the stage, the band, dancers, audience, rhythm, pacing, and atmosphere all seemed to fall beneath her command.
Yuan Youshang said, "This woman has seen a great deal of the world. She is not like other songstresses."
Ma the Fifth nodded. "I can see that. The last person capable of commanding the stage like this was Jiang Mengting. It's a pity that although Xie Wanqing has extraordinary poise, her voice is ordinary. Otherwise, she could have become a singing queen in the future."
Yuan Youshang listened intently for a while. "Her voice is indeed not the greatest, but her singing evokes a familiar warmth."
Ma the Fifth agreed wholeheartedly. "Just as you say—strikingly familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before."
Yuan Youshang raised his wine glass and swirled it. "Is it only 'as if'?"
"Hmm?" Ma the Fifth was taken aback. Those words seemed loaded with deeper meaning.
Yuan Youshang did not elaborate. His gaze stayed fixed on Xie Wanqing on stage. "I'd like to send her flowers."
Ma the Fifth said, "Whatever flowers you want, just say the word. Put it on my tab."
Yuan Youshang said, "Send orchids. Orchids suit her."
Ma the Fifth was about to instruct a waiter to prepare a bouquet of orchids, but just as he opened his mouth, he swallowed the words back.
He looked at Yuan Youshang and asked, "Do you think sending orchids is appropriate?"
Yuan Youshang drained the wine in his glass. "What do you think?"
Ma the Fifth thought for a moment. "I think tonight might not be appropriate."
Xie Wanqing finished a song, and Yuan Youshang applauded alongside Ma the Fifth.
Ma the Fifth asked Yuan Youshang, "Is my sitting here talking with you also not quite appropriate?"
Yuan Youshang nodded slightly. "Extremely inappropriate."
***
At one in the morning, Ma the Fifth returned to his bedroom. Song Cuiqing took his hand and led him to the vanity mirror. "Fifth Brother, help me draw my eyebrows."
Holding the eyebrow pencil, Ma the Fifth observed her closely for quite a while.
Song Cuiqing's eyebrows were not easy to draw. Each eyebrow hair was like a pine needle—slender, tough, emerald green, standing upright above her eye sockets.
"Fifth Brother, why aren't you drawing yet?" Song Cuiqing pouted unhappily. "Are you repulsed by me?"
Ma the Fifth laughed. "How could I ever be repulsed by you? It's just that the moment I smell the pine resin on you, I'm completely intoxicated."
Song Cuiqing scolded him flirtatiously, "At least you have a conscience to say that! Back in the newland, I'd already heard your reputation—they said no man in all the world could compare to you. I traveled over a thousand li behind my local spirit's back just to come find you. Do you have any idea how much risk I took for your sake?"
Ma the Fifth carefully penciled Song Cuiqing's eyebrows. "I told you long ago to give me your local spirit's name, but you wouldn't listen. I know quite a few local spirits; getting yours to do me a favor wouldn't be hard, and they certainly wouldn't make things difficult for you down the line."
Song Cuiqing poked Ma the Fifth's forehead with a finger. "I know you're capable, but I don't want to lay everything bare. A young woman traveling thousands of li to throw herself at your doorstep—wouldn't people laugh their heads off if word got out?"
Ma the Fifth pinched Song Cuiqing's cheek, feeling the distinct texture of pine bark. "Alright, whatever you say. We won't tell anyone. I'm hungry; I'll have the staff fetch some tea and snacks in a bit."
"What tea and snacks? I have food right here!" Blushing, Song Cuiqing pulled a pine cone from her hair, cracked open two pine nuts with her teeth, and fed the kernels mouth-to-mouth into Ma the Fifth.
Ma the Fifth savored the sweet treat, pulling Song Cuiqing tight into his embrace.
The mood was set, and at this point, leaving certain things undone would be entirely out of place.
Ma the Fifth marveled inwardly as well. Song Cuiqing was delightful in every way, especially those drops of pine resin, which were truly irresistible to him.
The only fly in the ointment was that she pricked a bit.
Puluo Province's pine trees were never this prickly.
***
As Nian Shangyou slept soundly in his bedroom, an orchid leaf from the courtyard drifted onto his face.
Whiskers brushing against the leaf woke Nian Shangyou. He grabbed the leaf, snapped its vein, and from within came a woman's voice: "Yuan Youshang and Ma Junyang talked for a long time in the grand dance hall. I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor could I read their lips."
Nian Shangyou stroked his whiskers. "How could you not hear them?"
"Yuan Youshang was on guard; not a trace of sound leaked out. But to me, his relationship with Ma Junyang is out of the ordinary."
Nian Shangyou felt this was bizarre.
If Yuan Youshang and Ma Junyang truly had improper dealings, they would never dare converse in such an open setting.
Yet Yuan Youshang's recent state of mind had indeed been strange, and one had to take precautions.
Nian Shangyou said, "Wait for word from me. Under no circumstances should you act on your own."
The orchid leaf drifted back to the flowerbed and settled into the soil.
Lying in bed, Nian Shangyou tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
What on earth was Yuan Youshang trying to do?
Should this be reported to Qiao Yi?
No!
He couldn't tell him. The matter hadn't been cleared up yet; if a misunderstanding arose on his end, explaining it later would be impossible.
Report it after things were cleared up?
That wouldn't work either!
This matter couldn't be made too clear to Qiao Yi, or else it would draw fire upon himself.
The next morning, Nian Shangyou pricked himself a full five times before finally squeezing out two drops of tears to contact Yuan Youshang.
"Brother, things seem quiet over at Xiaoyaowu. Come back to Chaoge. It's about time I sought some rewards for you from Lord Qiao."
"Subordinate cannot return to Chaoge for the time being," Yuan Youshang refused.
Nian Shangyou asked, "For what reason?"
"Subordinate has been targeted by someone recently. Venturing to Chaoge rashly might invite danger along the way."
Seemingly loaded with undertones.
Nian Shangyou asked again, "Brother, who is targeting you?"
"It has not yet been determined. Subordinate's situation is precarious. I shall contact Your Excellency another day."
The tears on the silk handkerchief evaporated, cutting off the connection.
His expression grim, Nian Shangyou tossed away the silver needle, stepped into the courtyard, plucked an orchid leaf, and commanded: "The matter of Yuan Youshang is left to your disposal."
A voice came from the orchid: "How should it be handled? Please make it clear, My Lord."
Nian Shangyou replied with two words: "Kill him."
***
Yuan Youshang sat at a round table beside the grand dance hall, listening to songs and drinking wine just as usual. When midnight arrived, a waiter carrying half a bottle of wine approached Yuan Youshang's table. "Sir, this bottle of wine is a gift from Lord Fifth."
Yuan Youshang picked up the half bottle and examined it. "This is renowned wine, but why is there only half a bottle?"
The waiter replied, "Our Lord Fifth drank half. He said drinking alone was simply too dreary."
Yuan Youshang shook his head. "I cannot drink any more. I only drink one bottle a day, and I must only drink alone."
The waiter said, "We have opened new songstress private suites. Sir, if you are willing, why not take a seat in a suite?"
Yuan Youshang understood the waiter's meaning—Ma the Fifth wanted an opportunity to talk with him in private.
At first, he had no desire to go. He owed Ma the Fifth nothing; the hints he had dropped earlier had already gravely violated his usual code of conduct.
Now he only wanted to do one thing: fulfill the mission's requirements and continue surveilling Xiaoyaowu. To what extent surveillance would count as completing the mission, Yuan Youshang hadn't thought about.
Yet after hesitating repeatedly, he nonetheless stood up and followed the waiter to the private room.
He wanted to talk to someone—someone who could understand what he was saying.
Upon entering the suite, Yuan Youshang did not see Ma the Fifth, but saw the singer Xie Wanqing instead.
Realizing something was wrong, he turned to leave, but the door would not open.
Yuan Youshang turned back to look at Xie Wanqing. "You think this door can stop me?"
"It can't stop you. Go ahead, leave." Holding a glass of red wine, Xie Wanqing tilted it slightly toward Yuan Youshang in an inviting gesture.
She quietly savored her red wine, waiting to see just how Yuan Youshang planned to leave the room.
Yuan Youshang began mobilizing his ghost servants, but as if terrified by some power, they all huddled within his body, too frightened to emerge.
Yuan Youshang had encountered this situation before. In Puluo Province, there was a class of magical artifacts that held immense deterrent power over deceased spirits; some were refined by Demon Cultivators, while others stemmed from deceased spirits of formidable combat strength.
Yet after sensing for a moment, Yuan Youshang failed to detect what method she had used, which made him realize Xie Wanqing's intentions might not be so straightforward.
"You came to find me to take me back to Chaoge?" Yuan Youshang exposed Xie Wanqing's identity directly.
Xie Wanqing, like Yuan Youshang, had been dispatched from the Inner States. According to Qiao Yi's arrangement, Xie Wanqing knew Yuan Youshang's identity, whereas Yuan Youshang was supposed to know nothing about Xie Wanqing. But they had clearly underestimated Yuan Youshang's talent for intelligence gathering.
Xie Wanqing set her wine glass on the table and said to Yuan Youshang, "You truly deserve to die. You know far too much."
As she spoke, Xie Wanqing whipped her long hair, unleashing a shower of orchid leaves toward Yuan Youshang.
Yuan Youshang dodged frantically. Without the ability to deploy ghost servants, a Demon Cultivator possessed virtually no noteworthy combat prowess on his own.
The barrage of leaves grew denser and denser, leaving Yuan Youshang no room to evade.
Fortunately, he was not merely a Demon Cultivator. Yuan Youshang rubbed his eyes and let out two sobs. Xie Wanqing's nose twitched with soreness, tears streaming uncontrollably as her combat strength was undermined, causing a mass of flower petals in the room to drop to the floor.
Taking advantage of the opening, Yuan Youshang rushed toward the door, but despite trying numerous methods, he couldn't get it open.
Opening it from the inside was out of the question, but the outside should work. Yuan Youshang always left himself an escape route; dozens of ghost servants were stationed outside, currently rushing to provide backup.
Stall for a bit of time—one minute would be enough.
The thought flashed and passed; Yuan Youshang ceased dwelling on the ghost servants outside. Yet that fleeting inner voice was still captured by Xie Wanqing.
"Don't even think about stalling. It's time for you to hit the road." Xie Wanqing wiped away her tears and gave a gentle wave of her arm.
The flower leaves on the floor flew back into midair, sweeping toward Yuan Youshang in unison.
Yuan Youshang ducked his head into the collar of his woolen overcoat, bracing for a final defense. Yet when the leaves struck him, they merely grazed him softly, failing to leave even a mark upon the overcoat.
Yuan Youshang recognized this technique. It was a Joy Cultivator technique: Flirting and Bantering. Xie Wanqing's lethal move had been transformed into lovers' playful banter.
"Aiyoh~"
Ma the Fifth pushed open the door and stepped between the two.
Xie Wanqing's expression abruptly shifted. Lowering her head, her eyes rimmed red, she whimpered, "Lord Fifth, this esteemed guest came to the private suite to listen to songs, but tried to take liberties with me. When I refused, he resorted to force."
Yuan Youshang looked at Ma the Fifth.
Ma the Fifth smiled at Xie Wanqing. "No wonder your singing voice felt so familiar to me, and no wonder you carried such a commanding presence. Your voice changed and your appearance changed, but your singing habits haven't changed at all... Lu Xiaolan, you've got nerve, daring to show up at Xiaoyaowu."
Yuan Youshang said, "Do not underestimate her. She is a monster created by the Great Totem."
Chapter 763