The white smoke multiplied, cocooning both Ning Wan'ge and the Sacrificial Bone Altar. Ning Wan'ge did not seem flustered, sitting still calmly on the sacrificial altar with her leg crossed, with a peaceful expression and both of her eyes closed.
In that moment, the world composed entirely of black and red colors was seeing a different color at last. However, it was limited to the white smoke itself, as every other corner of the palace where the trio resided in still appeared black and red only.
Wang Lin inspected the surrounding with his supernatural awareness and saw that Ning Wan'ge was unharmed. He retracted his supernatural awareness, turned towards Big Luo and said, "junior Big Luo, I have to trouble you to look after her with a guarding spell. I am going to take a look at the spell formation over there."
