"Alright." Jiang Yichun replied with a stern face, but Bai Ruozhu felt as if he was trying a desperate treatment.
The two of them sat down to meditate in a spacious part of the courtyard, and Bai Ruozhu instructed Jianqi to have people guard the surroundings to prevent any disturbances.
Once everything was arranged, Mo Beishan raised his sword, channeling his Qi as he recited an incantation. He ran his fingers along the blade, the sharp edge cutting his finger. A few drops of blood dripped down, but they quickly vanished upon the sword as if the sword had devoured them.
"Relax and don't resist, otherwise I won't be able to draw back the evil energy," Mo Beishan said.
"Alright."
The entire process took about a quarter of an hour, with Bai Ruozhu watching the two without blinking. If it succeeded, Achun wouldn't have to suffer from the evil energy anymore.
