Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if all life had drained from her. Her eyes were vacant, and she was unable to move.
"Junior Sister!"
"Little Mo Yun."
Qi Ji and Jifeng Pavilion's expressions changed suddenly, and they cried out in shock.
Whoosh...
At that moment, a gust of night wind blew by, lifting a withered leaf into the air, drifting it far away.
A figure slowly emerged, and with a gentle motion of two fingers, caught the falling leaf.
"Who are you?" Jifeng Pavilion shouted sternly.
He stepped forward to check, only to find that Mo Yun had lost consciousness, her entire being a hollow shell.
"My name is Fang Changying."
The newcomer spoke softly, his fingers gently shaking. Suddenly, a Primordial Spirit rose from the withered leaf, swirling like mist in his grasp—it was Mo Yun's Primordial Spirit.
"Exorcism Technique!?" Qi Ji's eyes widened with disbelief.
