Anna looked at the city lord on the sickbed, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably;
"Uncle~"
A brilliant golden light burst from Anna's body, and behind her, a tall goddess phantom with a kind smile on her face appeared, looking down at the city lord on the sickbed.
The goddess phantom bent down, gently touched the city lord's forehead with her finger, and then let out a sigh. The entire phantom broke apart, turning into countless shimmering light spots scattered over the sickbed.
Anna's face suddenly turned pale as snow as her body weakened. As she was about to fall to the ground, Song Jian caught her and gently placed her in a chair nearby.
