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The vengeful spirits sculpted into the Buddha statue dispersed entirely, seemingly entering the karmic cycle of reincarnation. Yin Tingxue felt a bit dizzy and almost lost her balance.
Chen Yi swiftly steadied her by holding onto her shoulder, keeping her firmly in place.
"Are you alright?" Chen Yi asked softly, his expression shrouded in shadows.
Yin Tingxue suddenly felt fearful for no apparent reason and replied faintly:
"I… I'm fine."
Chen Yi squinted at her.
Before he could speak, Yin Tingxue hurriedly explained:
"I don't know, I really don't know what happened. I merely recited some sutras, and all those spirits just flew away."
Clearly, she was afraid that Chen Yi might think she was intentionally hiding something from him, so she rushed to explain before he could utter a word.
This unfortunate young concubine had always feared her husband.
Chen Yi stroked her head and, seeing her instinctively flustered expression, chuckled softly:
