Yang Qing said nothing, so Bu Er and the others stood silently beside him.
Jiang Zhizhou tended to Ouyang Lin, who had yet to regain consciousness.
Though his breathing was weak, it was at least steady, which eased Jiang Zhizhou's mind a little.
Yang Qing had already fed him a Revival Pill. Even if he was going to wake, it would take several days.
They stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the clearing.
After a long silence, Yang Qing finally spoke. "If my guess is right, this clearing will soon return to its original state."
"What do you mean, return to its original state?"
Not only Bu Er, but even the usually taciturn Mo Beixing asked.
"Exactly what I said."
As Yang Qing spoke, he raised a hand and pointed at the clearing. "Just watch."
Within half an incense stick's time, Yang Qing and the others saw countless saplings slowly begin to sprout from what had become an empty clearing.
Once the saplings broke through the soil, they grew with the wind, swiftly becoming towering trees.
When the trees were fully grown, they formed a forest once more.
What made Bu Er's eyelids twitch was that this forest was identical to the one they had entered before.
"Th-this... are we seeing ghosts in broad daylight?"
Bu Er pointed at the gloomy forest, which let scarcely any light through, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Jiang Zhizhou, Pei Buji, and the others stared in shock.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such an eerie thing could exist in this world.
"This is the power of Ten Thousand Years in a Glance."
In other words, the power of the curse.
As Yang Qing spoke, he turned to Mo Beixing.
"Holy