After hearing Xuan Daozi's question, Jiang Yun was just about to answer.
But a wave of dizziness swept over him.
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
This was the price of the spell he had just cast.
The powerful curse had drained his body completely.
The danger had not yet passed, and he had been holding on by sheer force of will.
Now that the crisis had been resolved, he could no longer keep going.
Seeing this, Xu Suwen swiftly flipped down from the eaves and hurried to Jiang Yun's side to carefully check on him.
Xuan Daozi gave his horsetail whisk a light flick. "He's fine. This young friend has merely expended too much magic power and suffered some minor physical damage. A few days of rest will set him right."
"Immortal, I'll take him to a room to rest first." Xu Suwen scooped up Jiang Yun and hurried to her bedroom on the third floor of Nanman Residence.
She laid Jiang Yun on the bed and covered him with a quilt. Only then did Xu Suwen breathe a sigh of relief. Turning to Xuan Daozi, who had followed her, she said, "I am Xu Suwen of the Imperial Guards. It is an honor to meet you, Immortal."
Xuan Daozi's expression remained placid. "What immortal? That's just what people say. If anyone from the Daoist Sect heard you, they'd probably laugh at this old Daoist."
"You were the one who sent a letter to Tianqing Temple, weren't you? Is he the reincarnated person you mentioned?"
Xu Suwen hurriedly nodded in confirmation. To her surprise, Xuan Daozi shook his head and looked out the window. "He is not my senior brother's reincarnation."
"The Daoist Arts he used certainly did not come from Tianqing Temple. Besides,