"Xiao Yi Xian, what's wrong?"
It had happened so suddenly that Xiao Yan, worried for Xiao Yi Xian's safety, pushed the door open and rushed straight inside.
Xiao Yi Xian had collapsed onto the bed, the exposed half of her face twisted with pain.
Xiao Yan could sense Xiao Yi Xian's breathing and heartbeat, but she couldn't quite understand why she had suddenly taken up this kind of "performance art."
Was she trying to stage an accident?! Collapsing the moment I arrived?!
"Teacher, what's going on?!"
Apothecary floated out and examined Xiao Yi Xian, her expression growing grave. "This girl was far too reckless..."
Instinctively, Xiao Yan looked at the scroll in Xiao Yi Xian's hand.
On the unfurled scroll were two eagle wings, black enough to send a chill through anyone who saw them. Faint purple cloud patterns showed through their inky darkness.
On closer inspection, those wings looked like black steel, with a peculiar metallic texture.
Since the eagle wings were drawn on the scroll, they weren't very large. Yet they faintly radiated heat, and the feathers on them slowly stirred as though they were real.
Xiao Yan raised a hand and carefully touched the scroll. Her expression suddenly changed, and she snatched her hand back as though electrocuted:
"There's actually a soul inside these eagle wings?"
"Yes." Apothecary nodded. "Xiao Yi Xian probably tried to practice this Flying Dou Technique and accidentally suffered a backlash."
Xiao Yan nodded. Once she knew where the problem lay, things would be easy. She could absolutely... Could my ass!
"Teacher, what do we do?"
"At a time like this, we can only intervene and annihilate the remnant soul for her. Honestly, practicing a Flying Dou Technique as a mere One-Star Dou Zhe-is this girl really that rash...?"
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