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Chapter 47: The Old Boatwright’s Ink Rope
The ancient witch Xuan Ming was a water deity, a deity of the North. According to legend, in ancient times, the ancient witch Xuan Ming once led the witch tribe to settle in the Northern Sea. The witch tribe were large of stature, were born with six fingers, and could communicate with spirits. They had a talent for demonic cultivation, so their settlement was shrouded in demonic energy year-round.

After hearing what old man Zhang had said, Di Jiufeng had guessed that Gui Hun island was the territory of the ancient witch Xuan Ming.

“Ning Guang, I was going to tell you after I saw Gui Hun island with my own eyes, but since you’re asking, I can tell you now. There is a reason why your fate is so frightful, why you have a talent for demonic cultivation. You are the reincarnation of the ancient witch Xuan Ming.”

Hearing Di Jiufeng’s words, Ning Guang was frozen to the spot. Emotions roiled through her heart, surprised joy mixing with anger––

Di Jiufeng had known her identity as the ancient witch all along, but she had never turned her back on her. Ning Guang was overjoyed, she could embrace her Shifu and spin twice on the spot.

But though Di Jiufeng knew, she had never told her. Ning Guang had hidden it so securely, creating scheme after scheme, never able to let down her guard, all to prevent even a single hint from showing through.

But she had done it all for nothing, she had worried for so long. Ning Guang felt a bit stupid.

She sighed, helpless, but in her core, she was still happy. She could finally drop the heavy stone she had carried for so long. She couldn’t help herself from pressing their foreheads together and kissing the tip of Di Jiufeng’s nose. “A-Feng, if you already knew, why didn’t you tell me?”

Embarrassed by this sudden intimacy, Di Jiufeng’s heart skipped half a beat.

She shrank back, hands coming up to grab Ning Guang’s lapels. “I, I did not know what to say. After all, this identity only brings you disaster.”

Seeing her hide away, Ning Guang chased right after her, soft red lips brushing her cheek, making the breaths by her ear quicken more and more.

“If you are not afraid, then what do I have to fear? What does it matter if I am the ancient witch? As long as I can protect you, I will bear any kind of name.” Her hands slid down from the wall to hold Di Jiufeng’s waist. Ning Guang pulled, tugging her into her embrace. “A-Feng, you always have an opinion on everything. I never asked before, but now I have to know. We have a long journey ahead of us, take your time, how are you going to explain this to me?”

Ning Guang was very warm, her body as hot as a furnace, making Di Jiufeng start to burn from head to toe.

She was already unable to speak and shrank into Ning Guang’s embrace, trembling faintly, almost forgetting to breathe. “You, what do you want to know… I, I will… tell you everything in a bit, right now… let’s, let’s go find a ship.” Di Jiufeng was too embarrassed. Even if no one was nearby, she still shrank into a flustered mess.