Shang Miaoyan slowly opened her eyes, her vision a blur.
She frowned slightly as she took in the familiar decor of the hall.
'This is the Saintess Hall?'
'How did I get here? I remember…'
Shang Miaoyan tried to recall what had happened, but her head throbbed with pain, and she couldn't remember a thing.
"Fan Xuan, Fan Ya!"
Shang Miaoyan took out a Golden Bell and shook it.
Soon, a young woman in a purple palace dress entered the hall. It was Fan Ya.
"My head hurts. Have the Elixir Room send over something to calm my nerves."
"Yes, Holy Daughter."
Just as Fan Ya was about to turn and leave, Shang Miaoyan stopped her.
"Wait. Where is your sister? Where did Fan Xuan go? Didn't I summon her as well?"
Sensing the displeasure in Shang Miaoyan's tone, Fan Ya said in alarm:
"Your Holiness... I have always been the only one serving you. And I do not have a sister named Fan Xuan."
Hearing Fan Ya's words, which were too panicked to be a lie, Shang Miaoyan narrowed her eyes.
