Xian'er sat on the ground, leaning against the stele, gasping for breath.
The caravan was fine, but the captain colluded with rogue cultivators;
After dying, people suddenly turned into evil ghosts and rushed into the array, coming behind her.
For a maid who hadn't stepped out the door three months ago and a newcomer cultivator who had been burying herself in farming, everything was too unfamiliar, too horrifying.
She stared at the cave's water curtain, her mind dazed, her eyes blurry, and everything started becoming unclear.
Her spirit was damaged again and again, making her nearly faint.
'I can't sleep!'
If she falls asleep, she might never wake up again; no one knows if the evil ghost has left, she could be strangled to death in her dreams.
Xian'er grasped the stele, struggled to get up, and relied on the cave wall to walk back to her little cave.
There was still a half-segment left of Concentration Incense.
