Not long ago, she had heard from villagers that behind this cliff lay the burial site of many young girls around fifteen or sixteen years old. They were all killed by a black spirit cat with ash-gray eyes. This spirit cat, with lightning speed and claws as sharp as swords, could penetrate anyone's body. Every year on the night of the full moon, it would appear once, selecting the youngest, most beautiful girl in the village to devour her heart and soul. Then, it would rush up the cliff and disappear without a trace. Many high-ranking practitioners, even those with Heaven’s Talent, had come to capture it, but none could find it. And for over fifteen years since, the spirit cat had not appeared here again. But today, hearing that sound, she couldn't help but think of that terrible legend.
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