Jiangli glanced at Little Caihong on the hospital bed and barely perceptibly furrowed her brow.
Almost as soon as she entered the hospital room, Jiangli detected a faint hint of... Demonic Energy in the room.
It's not Yin Energy.
It's Demonic Energy.
As she approached the bed, the Demonic Energy became more pronounced.
And that Demonic Energy came from Little Caihong.
Wasn't it said that after the founding of the country, becoming spirits wasn't allowed?
How could there still be demons around these days?
Seeing Jiangli silently staring at Little Caihong, Song Wenjun became increasingly anxious, "Abbot, my daughter... there's nothing wrong with her, right?"
As she spoke, Song Wenjun looked pleadingly at Wei Qingran.
She felt that Wei Qingran seemed closer to Jiangli, and might be able to speak up better.
Wei Qingran met Song Wenjun's pleading gaze, furrowed her brows, and looked at Jiangli, momentarily unsure of how to ask.
