"Is there anyone else here?"
Li Jing retorted.
While speaking, he took a good look at the spirit weapon in the form of a young girl.
From her appearance.
The spirit weapon took on the form of a human girl of around fourteen or fifteen years old, at the brink of blossoming into maturity.
The spirit weapon had white hair and was quite attractive.
Her delicate features were like an artwork without too much expression, giving a feel of a stoic young girl.
Her waist-length white hair hung behind her, combined with her expressionless face, made her appear very cold.
A terrifying mask, also known as the immortal object, was slantedly worn on the side of her head.
Truth be told, the terrifying face of the mask didn't match the young girl's spirit weapon's appearance.
As Li Jing was scrutinizing the spirit weapon, she was also observing him in return.
After they had locked gazes for a while, the spirit weapon spoke.
"I don't like you."
This response wasn't unexpected.