Very soon, Nalan Jing separated Siming from the body of the Netherworld Ghost Lord, but the Ghost Lord was still firmly pressed inside the Dantian, unable to move at all, as if under the Five Finger Mountain's suppression…
"I... I'm not dead?" Siming was stunned, his gaze full of surprise as he looked at everyone around.
"Yes, you're not dead. It was my father who saved you." Nalan Xueling's eyes curved gently, revealing a bright and radiant smile.
"Little Ling?" Siming's eyes fell on Nalan Xueling, a hint of joy surfacing on his face. Then he looked towards Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing, kneeling on one knee and respectfully giving a younger generation's bow, "Many thanks to Uncle Jing and Aunt Yue for saving my life again."
Mu Qianyue promptly stepped forward to help him up, "You have been kind to us and Little Ling as well, so we're even."
"Indeed, Siming, you just saved me too." Nalan Xueling said with a smile.
