The Ghost Catcher

"Mm... dream... dream..."

Suddenly, the unconscious Yun Ling'er let out a muffled groan and muttered incoherently, as if she were about to wake.

Everyone was at a loss, able only to watch and hope that Yun Ling'er would regain consciousness.

Even the eminent monk could learn what had happened, as long as Yun Ling'er woke up even a little.

But Yun Ling'er soon fell silent again, leaving everyone sorely disappointed.

There was still no sign of her waking.

"Master, please keep trying. Whether Ling'er wakes up rests entirely on you!" Yun Yi said helplessly, placing all his hopes in the monk.

The so-called eminent monk sighed, then nodded. "Very well. I'll try again. If I still can't help, then the Yun Family Head will have to seek someone more capable."

The monk immediately performed one spell after another and tried various methods, but Yun Ling'er simply wouldn't wake.

He couldn't even find the root cause.

"Yun Family Head, forgive this old monk for his limited knowledge. I'm powerless to help!"

"I've never encountered such a strange illness. Please seek someone more capable," the monk said, shaking his head. He stopped casting spells and gave up.

Yun Yi sighed repeatedly and said helplessly, "Sigh, you did all you could, Master. Thank you."

"Feng'er, go collect some Origin Stones and give them to the Master."

After seeing the monk off, Yun Yi turned to his older brother, Yun Meng.

Yun Meng was the middle-aged man. Yun Yi knew his brother's talent and strength surpassed his own; he had simply been less fortunate and ultimately lost out on the position of family head.

Yun Yi knew full well that Yun Meng resented not becoming family head.

But they had tried every method they could think of. Yun Yi could only turn to Yun