When Dongfang Minghui saw the wounds on Little Light, she immediately called Qian Wanyu over. But the moment Little Light faced Qian Wanyu, its cries changed pitch. It still went "awoooo-," but dragged out the final sound for so long that the cry was downright frightening.
"Stop crying, Little Light." She crouched and cradled the little one's head, releasing wood element spiritual power now and then to soothe it. After a short while beside her, it relaxed. "Seventh Sister is devouring the death aura clinging to your body. She's saving you."
Qian Wanyu held it down with one hand and absorbed the death aura into her body with the other, working remarkably quickly. "It's injured."
Dongfang Minghui had already examined it. Little Light really was injured. The little one normally fled faster than anything, so she could hardly believe it had actually been hurt.
Ding Ding also took quite a while to recover before immediately springing into the air and yelling, "Bad! Bad!"
Dongfang Minghui gently pressed it back down with a finger. "I know. A death spirit master must have slipped into the Thousand Family, right?"
"Right!"
"Ding Ding, do you remember who hit you?" Dongfang Minghui's earlier breezy manner vanished, and her brows drew together solemnly, showing just how serious the situation had become.
At that question, Ding Ding grew confused. It tilted its head at her, then shook it after a long while. "Nope."
Beside them, Qian Wanyu raised an eyebrow slightly. "The little thing didn't see."
Dongfang Minghui fell unusually silent. She held Ding Ding and looked it over from every angle. Once she was certain it was unhurt, she tried to pick up Little Light, only to find she could not lift it at all. Little Light had grown tremendously lately. In the end, she