Heirloom 

The next day, morning.

A girl… an evil ghost. Su Yu thought as he felt his consciousness fade. A boy… an old manor… he thought as his eyelids twitched.

"Xiao Yu?! Has xiao Yu returned?!" Han Yao's voice asked, full of anticipation.

Su Yu's brow twitched when he heard that familiar voice which is unusually loud this time.

"Young master Duan, say something!" Han Yao pulled Duan Yua's sleeve.

"Senior's soul was successfully pulled back this time…" Duan Yuan spoke as he wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Han Yao now noticed that Duan Yuan's face is pale. "Young master Duan… are you alright?" he worriedly asked. "Were you injured when you pulled back xiao Yu's soul?!" he exclaimed.

Duan Yuan shook his head. "No, I didn't." he answered and coughed. "I just… used more spiritual energy than usual." He said and exhaled a breath. "Let me meditate." He told Han Yao before he walked to the couch on the side and sat on it with his legs crossed. Then, he closed his eyes.