Next, they found Fire Demon beside the opera stage on the west side of the inner courtyard.
The opera stage had been abandoned for years. Tattered curtains hung down, and dust had piled thickly both on and beneath the stage.
He sat blankly on a bench, staring lifelessly at the stage as though a grand opera were being performed upon the empty platform.
Zhang Yuanqing's expression darkened. In his vision, yin energy had gathered around Fire Demon, and his soul was on the verge of leaving his body. He was already close to death.
He hurried over and placed a hand on Fire Demon's shoulder. Blackness churned in his eyes as he continuously drew the yin energy into his palm, devouring and refining it.
Fire Demon shuddered. A trace of life returned to his hollow eyes, and he instinctively cried out:
"So cold, so cold..."
The Fire Master trembled as he looked around. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing beside him and Xie Lingxi some distance away, he shouted:
"Fuck, where did you guys go? You disappeared the moment we left the main hall."
"Everyone got separated." Zhang Yuanqing waved a hand, cutting off his questioning, and asked:
"How did you end up here?"
"After I got separated from you guys, I somehow wandered here. Then I heard someone singing opera." Fire Demon spoke as he recalled what had happened.
"I followed the voice over and saw an opera stage here. There was a woman singing on it, so I watched for a few moments. Then... then I don't remember anything."
At that, he shuddered all over. Looking at the opera stage, which had been abandoned for years, where could there possibly have been a woman singing? Fire Demon looked gratefully at the Night Wanderer beside him. "You saved me?"
"Isn't that obvious?"