"Master Lin, this..." Fang Huai De glanced at Fang Xiaoxue, then at Lin Shengyun, his tone full of unease, and asked, "Is my little Xiaoxue obedient..."
"Rest assured," Lin Shengyun said confidently, his right hand pressing firmly on the Small Donghuang Bell, and then he explained, "I just pinched the left side of Miss Xiaoxue's right middle finger and felt a strong pulse beating ceaselessly. When I increased the pressure, Xiaoxue felt nothing, and I understood what was happening."
"What's going on?!" a crowd of people exclaimed in unison.
"Hmph, it's just a peripheral thing of our sect," Lin Shengyun said nonchalantly, "Actually, Miss Xiaoxue isn't cursed, she's just trapped in an interplay of Yin within Yang and Yang within Yin, hmph, merely possessed by a ghost. Now that I have sucked the ghost into the Small Donghuang Bell, all that remains is to perform a ritual to send the ghost away, and Miss Xiaoxue will naturally be safe and sound!"
