Duan Qingsong called the man in and had everyone else leave.
Yun Qi reached out to feel the woman's breath.
Her death was a matter of moments.
Yun Qi silently recited a spell, then drew a transparent talisman with one hand, gently projecting it onto the woman's forehead.
Instantly, the thick black aura on the woman's forehead weakened, and she began to breathe again.
The man widened his eyes, looking at her in surprise.
"Is she alright just like that?"
Yun Qi gave the man a look that scared him into silence.
"She's only temporarily revived, but only one of her three souls and seven spirits remains. If we don't reunite her soul, there's absolutely no saving her."
With that, Yun Qi had Duan Qingsong help light three sticks of spiritual incense. She held the incense with her small hand, walked to the woman's side, sprinkled the burnt incense ash on her brow, and her eyes turned a golden hue.
