No killing...
The excitement in the Ghost Flute Boy's eyes quickly faltered, and he had to tuck the ghostly flute into his waistband, dejectedly heading towards the creek.
After he dragged the person from the water onto the shore, Ning Feiyan drew out her voice with a long "ah," though her face showed no surprise.
She crouched down, reached out to smooth Hong Zhuang's wet hair, her eyes revealing no emotion, her lips curling into a cold smile: "Although I expected it, I didn't think you'd be so foolish, incapable even of escaping for your life?"
Her fingertips, cold and pale from the river water, slowly passed over Hong Zhuang's blind eye, and Ning Feiyan sighed, saying, "I clearly gave you a chance."
Ning Feiyan looked at her half green—translucent body and the light wings writhing underneath her.
All signs indicated that Hong Zhuang, as an Enchanting Demon, was also affected by the fog, her body gradually decaying into spiritualization.
