Su Yunhan looked like she had all her strength drained, collapsing onto the sofa, her voice eerie as she surveyed her home: "Are you saying... Xuanxuan and her son have come out? To find us?"
Well then...
The couple exchanged a glance, instantly sensing something strange in each other's eyes.
Huang Zhaowei stood up, walked toward his wife, trying to comfort her.
But Su Yunhan extended an arm to block him, her face cold, "Don't touch me, let me be."
Saying this, she walked into the side hall, opened a concealed door to a room where The Three Pure Ones were worshiped, and on the altar laid a stack of Spirit Talismans.
Each one is worth a lot, procured from a Daoist.
Su Yunhan used to believe in this stuff, but not very devoutly.
At least, she felt that carrying talismans on her was unnecessary, also afraid that if it accidentally dropped out during her high-society wife's gatherings, she would be laughed at.
