Inside the Grand Hall of the Green Cloud Island sect.
Zhou Xue, accompanied by a group of sect cultivators, was waiting inside.
Upon seeing Lin Tian and Wang Yiluo enter, they hurriedly stood up.
However.
At this moment, Zhou Xue stood up with some feebleness.
Her face was pale, and her figure trembled slightly.
The wound on her chest was still worsening.
Monica's attack seemed to carry the unique curse of witches, difficult to dispel.
From the wound, black liquid oozed, and smoke rose.
These eerie things were eroding, and Zhou Xue could not suppress them.
Lin Tian walked in, nodded towards Zhou Xue and the others, then turned to Tang Shuqi, who was also sitting nearby, and said: "Rest assured and heal here. In a month, I'll come for you! By then, your memory should have returned!"
"My memory, can it really return?"
Tang Shuqi still seemed incredulous, a mix of apprehension and unease as she said, "By then, I can go see my daughter again!"
