Lingdang, who was asleep, was brought over by Song Yin, wrapped in the Huang Feng.
At this moment, she was lightly cradled by the Huang Feng, as if she had entered a soft bed, deep in slumber and seemingly dreaming, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering, and a sweet smile hanging at the corners of her mouth.
Such a sleeping posture, if one didn't think she was insane, if one didn't remember the eerily pitch-black pupils when her eyes were open, she indeed looked like a cute and sweet young girl.
Song Yin stood with two fingers erect, and the bed-like Huang Feng enveloped Lingdang.
"First, maintain the life force..."
Then, he spread his five fingers, white flames residing above them; squatting down, he placed his hand directly on the ground, and the white flames quickly scattered from his hand, about to spread over the lake's surface.
As long as this white flame covered the water, it would naturally be refined by Song Yin.
