As Bai Ling wept and coughed, she became an embarrassing sight.
It took a while for the smoke and dust around her to dissipate.
Bai Ling saw people all around her looking at her with amusement, their laughter openly displayed in their eyes.
She also felt that her usually heavy head was now surprisingly light.
Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in Bai Ling's heart.
She tentatively reached out to touch her head.
Her waist-length red hair, due to this accident, had been burnt unevenly, with the longest strands being only as long as a finger.
The burnt ends of her hair had turned into small black knots, rough to touch.
Moreover, thanks to Xuan Shui's handful of Yellow Earth, both dirt and ash would fall off whenever she touched her hair.
Bai Ling couldn't bear to imagine how awful she looked right now.
She screamed out of desperation and then ran away.
As if taking out his anger, Xuan Shui glared at Su Tang and the others before rushing off to chase Bai Ling.
