The woman was dressed in a moon-white long gown, her long black hair was pinned up high by a jade hairpin, revealing her fair neck.
Her features were not exceptionally striking, yet they exuded a tranquil and calm beauty, possessing a reassuring strength.
Golden, white, and green lights surrounded her, as though an immortal descended to the mortal realm, resplendent and inviolable.
These lights then gently fell onto Ye Wanlan, and miraculously, wherever the three-colored light touched, her wounds were healing quickly.
"Cough cough cough..." Ye Wanlan began to cough violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Although she was injured, she felt a joy she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Indeed, as she had predicted, the gathering of the three zithers was required to bring Lin Fanyin back.
Ye Wanlan recalled what Yue Zheng had said about the "price."
