Nangong Yan was already frantically bustling about.
The Black Demonic Spirit, however, was paying attention to the Sacred Spirit Stone, asking, "Is the Sacred Spirit Stone with you?" He remembered it was Nangong Yan who had picked up the Sacred Spirit Stone.
Nangong Yan felt her bosom, and indeed, the Sacred Spirit Stone was still there.
The Black Demonic Spirit demanded, "Hurry up and give it to me."
Nangong Yan quickly drew it back into her embrace, saying, "What do you want!"
"Of course, I want to find a way to restore my body," said the Black Demonic Spirit.
"This is not the place to cast spells!" Nangong Yan said urgently, wanting to know if her father was alright, she worriedly asked, "Are you sure my father has escaped?"
The Red Demonic Spirit said, "At any rate, many people were buried alive, and at that time your father could only worry about saving his own life; he didn't have the capacity to care about us, the whole mountain collapsed."
