Sang Yuling could not understand a single word spilling from Master Chunwei's mouth at that moment. The language was ancient, guttural, and strange, filled with harsh, unfamiliar syllables that grated against her ears. However, her heart skipped a beat, and her blood ran cold when she suddenly heard her own daughter's name being called out distinctly amidst the rhythmic chant.
Master Chunwei eventually finished his incantation, yet he kept his eyes tightly closed, as if he were still communing with an unseen force that lingered beyond mortal perception. The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence that pressed down on Sang Yuling's senses like a physical weight, making even the air feel thick and difficult to inhale.
Sang Yuling did not dare to speak up or even breathe too loudly. This had happened before, and she knew the stakes all too well. Master Chunwei had warned her sternly that she must never interrupt the process before he officially announced that it was over.
