"Zhixia, do you know what you're saying?!"
Ling Ningzhi wanted to get up and escape, but found she couldn't muster any strength.
Just now, she was solely concerned with Chen Mo's safety, not noticing anything amiss. Now, she finally realized something was wrong.
The dense white light dust clung to her Divine Soul, making her thoughts sluggish and her whole being dizzy, like she had secretly drunk her master's Immortal Brew as a child.
At this moment, an anxious voice came from outside the gauze curtain: "Qingxuan, that dust can affect the mind and will, quickly leave here with me!"
"Master..."
Ling Ningzhi smiled bitterly at the corners of her mouth.
She wanted to leave, but couldn't gather any strength to do so.
Shen Zhixia was pressing down on her, mumbling something about good sisters riding together, sharing the same spoon, insisting on cooking two bowls of rice together...
Wait, cooking together?
Suddenly, a ridiculous thought flashed through her mind:
