Watching Zhao Yazi's anxious expression, Zhong Niangyao shook her head and spoke indifferently, "There's no need to rush; he's not going to die, at least not yet."
Such words, when spoken, didn't sound like good news. Yet, in the hearts of Ou Liyan and Zhao Yazi, it brought a wave of relief.
Zhong Niangyao's gaze hardened as she looked at the bedridden Ou Xuanhan. Instantly, her demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation; the languid aura vanished, replaced by a piercing chill. She lifted her hands, fingers forming a Seal.
"Heaven and Earth are mysterious and primeval, may the Hundred Demons not invade, all evil retreat, begone—"
As her voice trailed off, the Seal's formation ended too. A beam of golden light shot directly towards Ou Xuanhan, who lay in the bed, and then descended upon him.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
