The evil wind outside was still blowing, rustling the curtains in the room, making anyone who heard it feel irritable and on edge.
Miaoqiu was tightly holding Lin Tian's hand, feeling the warmth passing into her palm; only then did that restless heart of hers find something to cling to.
"Lin Tian, what do we do now?" Miaoqiu asked.
"We'll meet all changes by not changing. Let's just sit tight. If any more blind wandering ghosts show up, don't we still have a grandmaster here?" As he spoke, Lin Tian shot a glance at Xu Dongxu.
"If you want my help, fine, give me the antidote." As he said this, Xu Dongxu stretched out his hand.
Lin Tian gave a sly chuckle and shook his head. "I told you long ago: you have to gather all of Martial Sect's souls back first."
"If you won't, then forget it. Don't expect me to lend a hand later." Xu Dongxu said blandly, looking utterly unconcerned.
Just then, Xu Xichao's voice suddenly rang out from the yard.
"Lin Tian, get out here!"
