Half an hour had passed, and Zhong Mengfan's complexion had gradually improved, his pale face gaining a bit more color, and even his eyes seemed brighter.
In contrast, Zhong Minghao and Zheng Silin did not look good.
They could clearly feel something continuously draining from their bodies. Gradually, they felt somewhat powerless, even breathing became difficult. However, despite the discomfort, they still did not let go of Zhong Mengfan's hands.
Zhong Niangyao stood by, her expression seemingly casual, but her eyes constantly monitored the trio's condition.
Baili Hengyuan had been watching the whole process and he couldn't help but admire in his heart, his granddaughter truly had great talent. If Zhong Niangyao were willing to inherit the Baili Family's witchcraft, she would definitely bring glory to the Baili Family. Compared to his grandsons, he had more faith in this granddaughter.
