Su Wan readily agreed and turned to walk forward along the road.

Just as Chu Mingyao said, there would be no one to be seen on the road from now on.

She had some doubts. If this was a forbidden area, there should be some guards. Otherwise, wouldn't anyone be able to come in as they pleased? Or was it that the family of divine healers was more laid-back, using verbal rules to govern everyone, leaving it all to how much self-disciplined everyone was?

This idea persisted until she saw the tiger.

On a large blue stone by the roadside lay a brightly colored tiger, licking its paws absentmindedly. Its tail swished back and forth like a cat's.

Su Wan recognized it as one of the two tigers Jiang Wenpei had used to block them. Although Lin Qingfeng said that tigers don't hurt people, she didn't want to actually go up and stroke the tiger's whiskers or touch its butt.

Better safe than sorry.

She kept her distance from the tiger, raised the resurrection pendant and gestured to it: "This is my pass, you won't bite me, will you?"

The tiger ignored her completely, licking its paws and then continuing to lick the fur on its back.

Su Wan thought, "The tiger must be raised by Mr. Jiang, so it must recognize the Resurrection Pendant. As long as I hold up the Resurrection Pendant, the tiger will know that I am a goddess... Oh dear, Mr. Jiang is not here. What if the tiger is hungry? Its belly doesn't look full. But if I go over there, I won't be able to see A-Jin."

She stood close to the wall, holding up the Resurrection Pendant, and moved towards the other side while saying, "Look carefully, I am a goddess, and what I hold in my hand is the Resurrection Pendant."

The tiger didn't say anything, but Jiang Wenpei's voice came from the side.

“Goddess, you can just come over here. This beast doesn’t recognize the Resurrection Pendant.”

Su Wan blushed, quickly put away the life-saving pendant, and walked briskly to Jiang Wenpei, saying, "Hello, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Wenpei looked her up and down and said, "The Third Princess said you weren't injured, just knocked unconscious. You're lucky; the power of a defensive gun decreases with range."

Su Wan asked, "A defensive gun? That metal tube is a gun?"

“Yes, a gun that can fire deadly beams; only the head of the family is qualified to carry it.” Jiang Wenpei turned and walked through the doorway behind him. “Goddess, please come in.”

Su Wan thought of the Ghost Army's steel-like skin and giant-like strength, so having a gun didn't seem like an exaggeration.

She followed Jiang Wenpei into the courtyard, where she saw a moss-covered stone wall leading up to a high mountain—a dead end. In front of the wall stood a cylindrical pillar, its metallic sheen gleaming in the setting sun.

Jiang Wenpei picked up a frying pan and handed it to her, saying, "Luckily, this pan blocked the beam of the defensive gun, otherwise you would have been in danger."

Su Wan recognized it as the frying pan she had used to shield herself. There was a hole about the size of a fist in the bottom of the pan.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah Jin!"

She had a frying pan to block the beam of light, but Wei Jingzhuo didn't. Even a fool could guess what would happen if a beam of light strong enough to pierce a frying pan hit a human body.

Jiang Wenpei lowered the frying pan and said, "That's right, he's on the verge of death."