Jian Ran and Lu Yanting had only just come out when they heard someone wailing for his parents.
"Oh my God, Jian Ran, you're finally out!" Wang Pangzi rushed over with his arms spread, hoping for a solid hug, but Jian Ran nimbly dodged him.
Far from feeling hurt by the deliberate distance, he burst into tears of joy instead. "Boohoo, you're both okay! This is wonderful!"
"I was so worried..."
Before he could finish, the ground beneath their feet began shaking violently.
Jian Ran shouted, "Save the chatter! Unless you want to end up buried in the Mass Grave, run!"
Perhaps they had grown used to fleeing. The production crew turned and took off without even taking time to react.
Jian Ran and Lu Yanting remained calmly where they stood.
"Do they still need to be guided to rest?" Lu Yanting asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jian Ran nodded as he took out Talisman Paper. "Of course. With so many souls trapped here, something's bound to happen sooner or later."
The culprit was already buried beneath the Palace, and much of the other souls' resentment had dissipated. Guiding them to rest would be a little easier now, but there were so many that some were bound to slip through the net, so...
Jian Ran planned to use the ultimate secret art of Taixu's Mystical Sect-Golden Light Rain.
Before long, a heated discussion swept across Weibo.
[Did you see it? A miracle appeared above the Death Forest! Golden light shrouded it, falling like rain!]
[It has to be Jian Ran! Who else could pull off something that incredible?!]
[After the rain, even the white mist in the Death Jungle cleared, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. The scenery was gorgeous. I wonder if we'll ever get a chance to experience