Chen Mo lifted his leg and walked inside, standing on the other side of the Light Gate, beckoning Zhu Wujiang over with a finger.
"Come on over!"
"Interesting."
Zhu Wujiang chuckled lightly and leapt into the Light Gate.
The light gradually dissipated, and everything around returned to normal. The figures of the two disappeared, leaving the dense forest in tranquility once again.
"Hah—"
In no time, Ji Lianxing, who had completely lost her breath, suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for air as her chest heaved dramatically.
Her trembling fingers lightly touched her forehead, her skin smooth and even. The wound that pierced through her skull had vanished.
Yet the feeling of being on the brink of death was too real, keeping her unsettled for a long time.
Once she calmed down, she reached for her waist, retrieving a wooden human-shaped talisman from her belt, its head shattered to bits.
