The Ghost Grass was already in hand, and her clay wine was almost finished. Yin Baishuang deeply missed the sunsets of Beiliao Town and really didn't want to linger in this wretched place any longer.
The little corpse demon had been poisoned with Peacock Feather, and his eyesight seemed to be failing. The matter of finding the Gate was not something he could be relied upon for.
Despite encountering Su Jing's ever-unlucky, dead-looking face every day at the Netherworld Palace while searching the scrolls for the Gate, she had to endure it to some extent.
Baili An could bear it no longer. Without thinking, he threw a cup of hot tea and quickly reached out with one hand.
Ning Feiyan had long been aware, and her soft jade-like foot slipped away like a fish.
Baili An lunged into emptiness, thinking she had finally settled down. His chest was still heaving with excitement, not yet calmed down, as the sound of chains clinking rang clearly from beneath the water.
