```
Finding the sword ineffective, Lu Xingyan raised her hand and summoned a ball of flames, tossing it onto Jiang Zhiyou's body.
"Xingyan, Senior Brother is still alive, you know!" Feng Yuzhe exclaimed in shock as he saw what she did.
But his mouth was slower than Lu Xingyan's actions.
Spiritual Fire had already engulfed Jiang Zhiyou's entire body, burning away the fungal strands entangling him.
Although Jiang Zhiyou wasn't harmed, his long black hair inevitably got singed by the Spiritual Fire.
Upon getting closer, one could even smell the burnt scent of the hair.
Lu Xingyan squatted down, expertly took out a pair of scissors, and swiftly snipped off the singed locks on Jiang Zhiyou's head.
She didn't throw away the cut hair but instead wrapped it in a handkerchief.
"Senior sister, why are you keeping his hair?" Yuezheng Yan's emotionless inquiry came from above.
"Don't worry about adult matters, you little runt," Lu Xingyan replied as she secured the hair.
