"She hasn't woken up yet?" Mo Ran asked with furrowed brows.
Right now, the six of them were in Jing Huashui's room. Aside from the five-colored stone, the remaining five were all unharmed. At least their wounds were no longer life-threatening and would not hinder their regular activities.
On the clean bed, the five-colored stone clenched her lips, forehead beading with sweat as if she were going through a dangerous ordeal.
"The fact that the Ghost Bride could directly pull someone into an illusory realm... such a terrifying ability..." Lan Xing sighed as he shook his head. Although no one was blaming him, he felt guilty as he had been the one responsible for protecting the last newcomer.
