Li Ruonan's eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding, and she was gasping for air. Her gaze traveled down her arm, where she saw Chen Letong's hand clamped tightly around the tip of the blade.
"Wh... why..."
'Why save me?'
Chen Letong slowly released the blade, pulling the knife from Li Ruonan's hand. Then, her ethereal gaze turned toward Shen Zhiyao.
Shen Zhiyao understood what she meant and began to cast the Soul Crossing Spell on Chen Letong.
Golden talismans drifted down onto Chen Letong's body, one by one, carrying away her resentment.
Before long, Li Jiajun collapsed from exhaustion and fainted.
Chen Letong's ghost soul, meanwhile, faded into a transparent silhouette. The silhouette then slowly solidified, transforming into a graceful young girl.
The girl had delicate features and wore a red, traditional-style dress. She began to perform a dance of blessing, just as graceful and vibrant as she had been all those years ago.
