In the dead of night, frigid air mingled with chilling winds as they buffeted the fleeing group. They traveled through the night without pause.
By the time they reached the safety of dawn, Lingxiao watched from afar as the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting its light upon the world of men. A searing, burning pain erupted from her flesh, piercing deep into her very soul. Even wearing a bamboo hat, she could barely shield herself from the agony.
Little Poison Sha had fallen into a deep slumber to undergo another metamorphosis after devouring the Minor Sha. Yama had been too gentle in his warnings; this pain was several times more intense than before. The light of the rising sun, in particular, was nearly unbearable for Lingxiao. Aside from her, the members of the Minor Yin Family—including Yin Changchuan—who existed only by relying on Ghost Qi, also felt a sense of malaise.
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