Song Qingxing's Soul Lamp spun into the air, landing in the very center of the pattern.
Phantasmal chains emerged from the void, locking the Soul Lamp firmly in place.
Then, Song Xianming, Song Xianyun, Song Luzhou, Song Luyun, and Song Changrong each took their positions. At the same moment, they bit the tips of their tongues to force out their Essence Blood, which dripped onto the wavering Soul Fire. They formed hand seals in unison, chanting an incantation.
Xia Yunxue watched all of this in silence from the side, pulling Song Qingxi by the hand to move away.
"Grand-Aunt." Song Qingxi's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her face devoid of color. Her worries had finally become reality.
Seeing her like this, Xia Yunxue's heart ached as if pierced by a knife, but she still offered gentle comfort. "Don't worry. With the Elders' help, we will certainly be able to keep Xing'Er's Soul Fire from being extinguished and turn his situation around."
