Bai Yonghe’s face aged at an alarming speed, her skin filling with wrinkles until she looked like an eighty-year-old woman.
Standing to the side, Shang Nuannuan covered her mouth, too stunned to speak. What on earth was happening?
Ye Zhixing drew her Peach Wood Sword, brandishing it at the Buddhist amulets while chanting a mantra. In her other hand, she held a talisman, igniting it with the flame of a candle.
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