The white flames scorched the air for an instant before they burst with a crackling sound, scattering into fireworks and fading away into the atmosphere gradually.
"Oh! Elder brother Song Yin is back!"
Lingdang clapped her hands with some schadenfreude and said to the three people lying on the ground, "That's what you get for dreaming without me, now you can't even dream!"
"Who would want to have that dream!"
Zhang Fei Xuan stood up, dusted off his clothes, glared at Lingdang, and with a complex look at Song Yin, he bowed with his hands clasped and said, "Thank you, elder brother, for saving my life."
Wang Qizheng and Gao Sishu also stood up and thanked Song Yin.
"Elder brother, what was that thing? A demon?" Zhang Fei Xuan asked.
"No, it's just a shapeless evil from the Demonic Path," Song Yin replied indifferently.
Shapeless?
"The Dream Ghost Sect?" Zhang Fei Xuan said in shock.
Song Yin looked at Zhang Fei Xuan.
