The black figures dispersed. Their spiritual energy permeated every corner of the small courtyard, carefully collecting every scrap of flesh and hair. After checking the courtyard once more, the figures left silently, just as they had arrived.
Only the proprietress remained, leaning against the courtyard wall with her head down, her fate unknown.
The courtyard remained quiet for a long time.
A woman's voice suddenly rang out.
"There's no one left," Qingyun said.
She pressed her protruding ear back down, nimbly vaulted over the courtyard wall, and jumped into the yard from outside.
Artemisia followed her in. She hadn't yet figured out how to put the sword back, so she picked up two loose, long, dry blades of grass from outside the courtyard wall, tied them together, and carried them on her back.
She scanned the courtyard. The stone tables and benches were all overturned, but there was absolutely no smell of blood on the ground or in the air. Only the proprietress by the wall was slowly breathing.
Ai Cao listened for a couple of times, but only heard her exhale; she didn't seem to be inhaling much.
She looked at Qingyun.
Qingyun walked over to the proprietress. Her eyes gleamed with a silver light as she looked the proprietress up and down.
Artemisia asked, "Can she still live?"
Qingyun nodded: "Even without us, she wouldn't have died." She pointed to the dark blue finger marks on the landlady's neck, "I'll heal the wounds here; the rest are just minor bruises, nothing serious."
She asked Ai Cao to help her lay the proprietress down. After Ai Cao finished, she asked, "Can't you use your spiritual power to move her to a different position?"
Qingyun glanced at her and said, "I'll find you something to do."
She raised her hand and gently placed it on the proprietress's neck. A shimmering, snow-like spiritual energy emanated from her palm, settling on the dark finger marks. A thin layer of snow fell, and the finger marks faded almost completely.
Qingyun withdrew his hand.
Her spiritual healing was immediately effective.
The proprietress slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Qingyun, her expression panicked for a moment; but when she saw the mugwort beside Qingyun, the panic on her face really disappeared.
The proprietress coughed a few times and said with difficulty, "I've cleaned the yard... cough! I wonder if the immortal would... grant me a request?"
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