The Grey-clothed Young Master immediately raised his hand to signal, taking the four people beside him to retreat slightly to avoid interference.
The old man's cloak started to sway slowly, bulging as if inflating, his white beard fluttering, lips murmuring and buzzing, seeming to be talking to himself or chanting some incantation, with echoes rising in the quietly enclosed chamber.
The fingers of the comatose Zhener suddenly moved, drawing the attention of the four beside her.
After a brief silence, Zhener's entire head was enveloped in increasingly dense Demonic Qi, and her fingers moved again, then twice, thrice, gradually leading to twitches and convulsions in her unconscious body.
Soft murmurs accompanied, "Su..."
The others couldn't make out what she was saying, all perking their ears to listen intently.
