Lin Xuan knew nothing of all this.
After using every trick at his disposal, he had finally slain Yellow Springs Ghost Mother, and with her fall, the scenery before his eyes blurred, and the Yellow Springs Ghost Domain collapsed with a thunderous crash.
That terrifying sight was difficult to put into words.
The Ghost Messenger and Yue'er, who had been fighting fiercely, both turned their heads.
"Damn it, I still failed to seize such a good chance."
The Ghost Messenger's face was filled with chagrin. Naturally, he assumed that the one who had won was Yellow Springs Ghost Mother.
As for Yue'er, she was both shocked and furious, so frightened she nearly did not dare open her eyes.
The young master had been facing a great cultivator at Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage. Could he already have fallen?
She was afraid to face such an outcome.
If that were true, she truly did not know how she was supposed to live from now on.
But next, she heard a cry of alarm by her ear. "You—how is it you? You're still alive..."
The Ghost Messenger's expression was no different from a mortal seeing a ghost in broad daylight, his face full of disbelief.
Yet when such an unpleasant voice entered Yue'er's ears, it was like immortal music.
Could it be that the young master had not fallen?
The little girl still dared not quite believe it. She secretly opened her eyes a crack, and what entered her sight, if not Lin Xuan?
In an instant, immense joy filled her chest. Yue'er thanked the heavens for being so merciful.
Lin Xuan likewise let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, Yue'er was all right.
Then he turned his head. The Ghost Messenger's gaze met his, and he could not help but shiver violently.