Under the powerful surge of energy, everything dissipated.
The female ghost was gone, and so was Chu Hanxu.
"Mom!"
A terrified and miserable cry echoed through the mountains.
Qin Zhao went up the mountain to find Chu Yan and had just reached midway when she heard the cry.
She recognized it as Chu Yan's voice and hurried towards the source of the sound.
"Chu Yan!"
When she found Chu Yan, he was squatting on the ground, his face deathly pale, covered in tears.
The bag he had carried out lay on the ground, with fruits scattered all around.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
Qin Zhao approached him and embraced him to offer comfort.
"Zhaozhao, wuuuu wuuuu."
Seeing Qin Zhao, Chu Yan burst into even more tears, crying as if they cost him nothing.
"Just now I saw my mom, but she was dispersed by someone, what do I do? Is my mom's soul scattered? Will I never see her again?"
Qin Zhao surveyed the surroundings and noticed traces of a dissipated spell.
