The town is small.
You can see the end at a glance.
In the center stands a shabby inn. The inn's banner hasn't been changed for a long time, and the colors have faded under the sun and wind.
Inside a room.
Daoist Master Xuan frowned deeply in thought, extending a hand to gently place it on Zhao Feiyan's wrist. The dense, pure white Soul Power surged continuously into Zhao Feiyan's body.
Zhao Feiyan looked aggrieved, her eyes red like two peaches, as she sought comfort in Shangguan Yun's embrace, while giving her right hand to Daoist Master Xuan.
"Strange."
Daoist Master Xuan frowned tightly.
"What's the matter? Is there another unforeseen change?"
Jiang Shi inquired.
Beside him, Zhao Houcai also quickly turned his gaze to Daoist Master Xuan, fearing that he might say something bad.
"I have carefully examined this Miss Zhao's body, and it seems... it seems not to be like carrying life."
Daoist Master Xuan pondered with a furrowed brow.
"Then what is going on?"
