The gap between the two was like that between a baby and an adult.
"Speak. What is your identity?" Jiang Ning said.
"A… a Divine… Divine Venerable?!!" The woman in the black dress spoke with a hint of hesitation in her tone, not daring to be completely certain.
She had always discerned identity from aura, not appearance.
Because she knew appearances were the most unreliable thing.
With her abilities as the Black Lotus Saint Mother, her appearance could change in ten thousand ways.
Only the most fundamental aura was hard to alter.
Judging people by their aura—only then would she not make mistakes, not be deceived.
Now that she was in close contact with Jiang Ning, she sensed that aura that felt somewhat familiar to her.
But it was only a faint familiarity, because the overall aura was vastly different.
