The pitch-black fissure slowly closed, drawing the chill and ghostly miasma in the room away with it.
Shen Mingshu walked quickly to Xianyun’s side, helped her up, and patted her cheek gently. "Xianyun, Xianyun, wake up."
Xianyun blinked, dazed, but her eyes quickly regained their clarity. "Mistress, where are those ghosts?"
Chapter 78