Silence settled over the plain. A breeze stirred, but it wasn’t strong enough to rustle even a single blade of grass. Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown amount of time, Luo Jinxiao coughed, her eyelids fluttering open. The sky above was a dull, washed-out grey. She took a deep breath, ignoring the throbbing pain that radiated through her…
The sharp pain made Luo Jinxiao jump. She grabbed the Qiongqi’s tail and scolded, “Little Sweetie!” As the girl and her spirit beast were locked in their standoff, a figure stumbled into view. Her steps were unsteady, her sleeve stained with blood that continued to drip onto the ground. Luo Jinxiao rushed forward and caught the woman before she could…
“That’s better,” Luo Jinxiao muttered, hugging the Qiongqi tightly in her arms as she leaped and bounded, her green skirt billowing behind her. The cheers and screams from behind were quickly left behind as she plunged into darkness. The darkness didn’t last long. Soon, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, forming a large net that caught her descent and slowly…
Luo Jinxiao had no idea what was happening. Seeing Qu Weiyin coughing so violently, she hurriedly stepped forward to pat her back, only to be blocked by Qu Weiyin’s hand. “What did you say?” Qu Weiyin asked, her face still flushed, her eyes wide. Luo Jinxiao fumbled for an explanation. “Well, you see… they’re so loud, and I can’t sleep…”…
At that moment, the masked woman who had been standing silently stepped forward. Luo Jinxiao quickly extended her arm, barring her way. “You’re not still thinking of capturing the demon, are you? You saw it yourself, she wasn’t the one harming people.” The veiled woman hesitated, a look of reluctance in her eyes. “But if Senior Brother were here, he…