"What should I call you, human cultivator?" Bao Qing Workshop Mistress asked.
Jiang Hao did not hide it.
"My name is Jiang Hao!"
Bao Qing Workshop Mistress nodded, then looked at the White Fox lying on the ground, sympathy flashing in her eyes.
"Little Eleven is my granddaughter, my only remaining bloodline. What you said about her condition was very accurate. Evil Energy has invaded her soul, and it is extremely powerful. Even I cannot remove it. Do you have a way to cure her?"
"I only took a glance and did not study it carefully. I can't guarantee anything."
"Then take a careful look now," Bao Qing Workshop Mistress said.
Jiang Hao walked over and placed a hand on the White Fox's forehead. The White Fox was still immobilized by Jiang Hao's spell, and her pair of red eyes glared at him resentfully.
His spiritual power entered her soul and touched a powerful surge of Evil Energy that had already deeply invaded it. After examining it carefully, Jiang Hao finally withdrew his hand.
"Can she be saved?"
"I can't guarantee it."
"How certain are you?"
"Fifty percent."
Bao Qing Workshop Mistress looked at the chief steward and ordered, "Carry Eleven back to Bao Qing Workshop. Mr. Jiang, would you please come with us to Bao Qing Workshop?"
Jiang Hao nodded.
Bao Qing Workshop Mistress looked around at the crowd and said, "Bao Qing Workshop will compensate for everything Little Eleven damaged, as well as anyone she injured."
"We wouldn't dare," many people said with cupped hands toward Bao Qing Workshop Mistress.
Jiang Hao followed Bao Qing Workshop Mistress back to Bao Qing Workshop. After passing through the hall with the enormous White Fox statue, they entered a secret chamber and laid Little Eleven down. Bao Qing Workshop Mistress looked