Xu Chunniang opened her eyes and found herself lying inside a wooden box, still somewhat dazed.
Where had Phoenix Feather Crow run off to? And where was she now?
But she was far too weak. Before she could figure anything out, she heavily closed her eyes again and fell unconscious.
Only deep within her brow remained a wisp of soul, so weak it was nearly imperceptible, laboriously devouring the soul power around it...
Three days later, after devouring some of the soul power, Xu Chunniang's soul finally recovered a little strength.
She sent out a wisp of Demonic Thought to probe her surroundings and finally understood her situation.
For a moment, she did not know whether to rejoice or be afraid.
The place in which she had been laid was not some wooden box at all, but a crude coffin!
More absurdly, she was covered with a feathered garment woven from white bird feathers.
At this point, how could Xu Chunniang possibly still not understand?
That day, her soul had fought Greedy Wolf's soul in a savage battle. In the end, both sides had been grievously wounded, much of her soul had scattered, and only the last wisp of her true soul remained, falling dormant.
Perhaps Phoenix Feather Crow had seen that she had stopped breathing, found a coffin, and buried her underground.
Xu Chunniang's soul had yet to recover, and the range her Demonic Thought could investigate was limited. Everywhere it passed was black, heavy soil and gravel, with no end in sight.
It seemed Phoenix Feather Crow had buried her quite deep!
Xu Chunniang's soul was nearly angered into laughter. Phoenix Feather Crow had better not have done this on purpose. Otherwise, once she found that fellow, she would pluck it bald!
She indignantly withdrew her Demonic Thought