Zhao Lan sat on her bed feeling sad. The clothes Xuan's body shattered through had been with her. She hadn't taken food nor drinks.
Xue Ming was really worried about her. Unlike her, who knew the holy society existed, Zhao Lan wasn't from this world.
In her world, there wasn't a thing like the dead coming back to life, so how could she easily believe that by some miracle Xuan would return?
"Zhao Lan, if you continue like this you'll fall sick. Xuan isn't entirely dead, he could return," Xue Ming said, but Zhao Lan was a tough shell to crack.
And they had other problems to worry about. One was the undead troop. Of course, killing the elf king did not stop them, because the elf king was merely a messenger.
He wasn't the one controlling the dead. Another god would be responsible for that, and two was a colossal dragon that roared every night.
Deciphering the message of the dragon, she was crying for Xuan and ended up burning whatever was in her path, good or evil.
