The quiet night was disrupted by noise, and the ancient town instantly buzzed to life.
In the silent room, Shui Lanshuo and another person lay on the bed, covered with talisman paper, and strange patterns were outlined on their foreheads.
Fu Yao and Long Tang exerted their powers and cast spells next to them. After a long time, the pained cries of the two gradually subsided. Their facial muscles remained distorted, their complexions were deathly pale, and their bodies were limp, as if they had gone through a severe illness.
"Archmage, how are they?" Fang Yuan hurriedly went forward to inquire.
"No serious harm for now." Fu Yao appeared very tired.
Long Tang continued, "Put simply, their spirit and soul were damaged. But it wasn't a result of malicious attack; it seems like they were injured due to overexertion... You mentioned you dreamt about that thing you encountered during the day?"
