The female ghost said in an airy voice, "Take me to the North Mountain. I'm buried there."
"Lan Shan, wake up." Shen Chun bent the divine whip and turned it into a sword shape in her palm. Then, she flew towards the North Mountain.
Lan Shan also woke up at this moment. When the female ghost collapsed, his ghost energy had returned and he had even absorbed more ghost energy. Now that his spiritual energy had recovered, he was very energetic. He carried Hu Jing easily as he followed behind Shen Chun.
North Mountain.
Shen Chun was already very tired, and flying on a sword had consumed too much of her spiritual energy. Her eyelids were heavy, and she seemed to be able to fall asleep. Now, she could only force herself to stay awake.
