As soon as the purple-robed woman finished speaking, her body disintegrated into ashes, scattering from Lin Xun’s fingers.0

At the same moment, Lin Xun’s spirit sense surged outward. The nineteen Bloodthirsty Bat Clan experts stationed throughout the courtyard fell dead on the spot, without a sound.0

Then, Lin Xun turned to Yin Huan, snapped his fingers, and a surge of warm, powerful vitality flowed into her body.0

Before his eyes, the scars that marred her body healed at an astonishing speed, and her pale, translucent face regained a vibrant, healthy glow. 0

Even her deep-rooted ailments and old injuries were completely cured. 0

“No!” Yin Huan let out a piercing, terrified scream, struggling violently.0

“Miss Yin Huan, everything’s fine.” Lin Xun extended a hand and gently pressed her shoulder. His voice, echoing like the sound of the great dao, dispelled the fear and anxiety gripping her heart. 0

Her twitching and struggling body finally calmed down as though she had just awakened from a nightmare. The emptiness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by the brightness she always had. She finally regained her consciousness.0

“Lin...Lin Xun?...0