Then they hardened their hearts and put the lid on.
She was in the water, and curiously felt like a little fish, able to breathe underwater.
The divine stone swam up and touched her face.
But she heard screams outside, and the sobbing voices of her parents.
"Will the little girl really survive?"
Her father said firmly, "Yes, she will. That vat of water has soaked the divine stone for countless days and nights, and it has absorbed the aura of the divine stone. Anan will survive."
"..."
She didn't quite understand at the time.
But at that moment, the little person seemed to understand everything in an instant.
She hugged the sacred stone in her arms and pressed her cheek against it.
"It was you...it was you who saved me, wasn't it?"
Upon hearing the childish voice, Song Siyao immediately understood.
"The strange fire imitated this little girl's voice."
Song Tingwan was also puzzled for a moment, but then, seeing the little girl's tearful appearance, she tenderly rubbed her head and hugged her even tighter.
His throat tightened: "The entire city is dead."
Upon hearing this, the little girl stared blankly, her eyes red, as if she had forgotten how to cry.
Song Tingwan sighed, picked up her child, and stood up. She and her sister walked side by side across a pile of ruins to reunite with the cultivators outside.
"Goddess, Sword Saint, what's going on inside? Did you put out the fire? And who is this child...?"
Song Tingwan looked unwell, and Song Siyao briefly recounted the events.
"Is it the strange fire that coveted the divine stone, or did the entire city steal it?"
The city is filled with dead, scattered, and wounded people; it's uncertain whether we can still get any information.
Amidst the astonishment and sighs of the cultivators, their gazes lingered on the stone the little girl was holding.
So these are the fragments of the Heavenly Ladder.
Song Tingwan, holding the child, looked around, her figure blocking everyone's view. "What about the people we rescued?"
I didn't see it.
Perhaps we could ask those people.
Song Siyao understood her sister's thoughts and looked at the leading fellow Daoist.
A group of people gave them directions.
We arrived at the makeshift tent.
Inside the huge tent, medical practitioners and alchemists were busy at work.
Looking at the countless wounded, Song Tingwan's eyes softened.
While rushing to put out the fire and find debris during the rescue, I finally have time to treat them.
Song Tingwan took out a pile of pills, which turned into a mist of pills and fell down with a flick of her sleeve.
The little girl in her arms, holding the divine stone, looked up curiously, smelling the fragrance of the elixirs on her body.
Just then, they witnessed the falling mist and the instant healing of the crying wounded.
White bones grow flesh.
The burns have healed.
Before Song Tingwan's smile faded, she met the bright-eyed little girl in her arms.
"Sister...you're so amazing, can you save my father and mother? My father is the city lord, he has so much money."
Children's innocent words are the most endearing.
Song Tingwan's smile froze on her lips, and Song Siyao couldn't help but turn his head away.
"I... I'm sorry, my sister isn't that powerful; she can't bring people back to life."
Her voice was very soft and gentle, with a soothing tone.
The girl, who had been holding back her tears all the way, telling herself that her parents were dead and that she was all alone and had to be strong, still couldn't help but burst into tears.
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