The next day, early in the morning, the sky was a dreary gray.
The Zhao Family residence.
Inside Zhao Qiao'er's room.
Lu Yuan sat by the bed, having just helped Zhao Qiao'er finish drinking the incense ash water.
Aunt Zhao's soul had been siphoned away yesterday.
The old butler said she needed the incense ash water to stabilize her condition. As for what would happen next, they would have to wait for Daoist Longchuan to arrive.
Still, Aunt Zhao's complexion looked much better now. It was a vast improvement from last night, when she looked like she was on the verge of death.
At that moment, Aunt Zhao was leaning against Lu Yuan, one hand gripping his arm. She looked at him and said softly,
"You've saved your aunt's life again.
I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay you in this lifetime."
It had been a close call yesterday. Just a hair's breadth more, and that old woman would have hammered the wooden awl into her.
