Yun Huanling felt as though his entire body had been immersed in warmth. The moment he entered the formation, he could not help asking, "What is this?"
Su Jiu lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, "A blessing prayer unique to the descendants of the Luoqi Divine Race."
"This is the first I've heard of it. Though I suppose that makes sense. In all my years, this is my first time even meeting a descendant of the Divine Race. How could I possibly know what they can do?"
"It comes at a price."
"What?" For a moment, Yun Huanling did not quite understand what Su Jiu meant.
A flicker of heartache crossed Chu Luohen's eyes before he finally turned his gaze elsewhere.
"They can't offer their blessing prayers whenever and wherever they please. Like the Immortal Pool Spring, they expend their lifespan to improve someone else's luck."
Yun Huanling fell silent. Only after a long while did he murmur, "Was I too harsh just now? Still, he might not necessarily come to harm..." His voice grew quieter and quieter, until even he could barely hear it.
Su Jiu shook her head. There was no clear right or wrong here. Everyone had their own selfish concerns, after all, and even for the sake of the greater good, abandoning Qi Song was indeed the right choice.
Yet while reason said one thing, conscience still struggled to cross that hurdle.
Su Jiu took a deep breath, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and began examining their surroundings.
Boundless mist stretched around them, with spiritual qi and demonic qi weaving through it. The grass and trees they passed were all drenched in moisture.
Su Jiu crouched and touched a dewdrop on a blade of grass. It instantly turned into a wisp of gray vapor and