"I feel quite ashamed to say this."
Duan Shuang gently sipped her Spirit Tea, then began to narrate,
"That day in the Ancient Ghost Hall, if it weren't for the two puppets and the protective divine light bestowed by Fellow Daoist Xu, I would probably have turned to bones by now."
"However, I was still injured and had to find a deserted island to heal my wounds, spending quite some time there until today."
Her tone was calm, and she lightly glossed over the thrilling ordeal, but Xu Ping could imagine the dangers lurking at every step.
"I see."
Xu Ping nodded, understanding well in his heart.
To escape from such a perilous place and heal over two years had already been extremely fortunate.
Xu Ping shifted the topic, asking, "Fellow Daoist Duan, having experienced it first-hand, do you know why so many powerful ancient demons suddenly appeared during this change in the Ancient Demon Hall?"
