Chapter 315: Disguise Art

"Sister Swanfall…" The familiar voice behind her hit Chimevine Verdant like a blade to the spine. Her heart lurched. She whipped around on instinct and saw "Tiffany" bracing her by the back with one hand. A steady stream of pure spiritual energy poured from Tiffany's palm into her body, wave after wave, relentless and clean. Lance Santee's maid? Chimevine Verdant froze, more baffled than relieved. Because the voice she had heard was unmistakably Swanfall Jadeweave's. What was...