Heavy rain had already shrouded the entire Capital City.
Amid the wind and rain, a carriage raced onward. Liu Zhan's eyes were tightly shut when scarlet blood suddenly began streaming from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
"True Person!"
The Daoist at his side cried out in fright.
"This is bad!"
"Something has happened to the True Person!"
Immediately afterward, wound after wound appeared across Liu Zhan's body, as though invisible blades had pierced through him. Blood splattered everywhere. The Daoist hurriedly tried to bandage him and cast a spell, only to grunt and spit out a mouthful of blood himself.
"Have you lost your mind? Without an imperial decree, how can An cast spells?" a steady voice said as it drew back the carriage curtain.
"Uncle-Master Huo!" The Daoist turned around, and his face lit up with joy.
The moment Huo Wuyong saw the scene, he understood. Liu Zhan's body had already become detached; his Primordial Spirit had left his body and was still battling someone through Daoist Arts.
"This is bad—his Primordial Spirit has been trapped!"
He immediately flicked his whisk, scattering clear radiance. The phantom of a Jade Purifying Bottle faintly emerged, dripping countless drops of sweet dew.
"Liu Zhan, I'll help you return to yourself!"
Huo Wuyong breathed a shout beside his ear, then formed hand seals and chanted an incantation. The whisk seemed to take root, swiftly winding around Liu Zhan's body.
"Come back!"
Yet the instant it touched Liu Zhan's body, a vast and immense force surged through the whisk, startling Huo Wuyong greatly.
It was practically like dragging a ten-thousand-stone seagoing vessel!
"Too heavy!"
Huo Wuyong looked to either side.
"The decree is a dead thing; it only defines Fan's scope and is useless in this situation. Hurry and invite the eunuch here.