That evening, as soon as Nanli returned to the capital, she hurried to the imperial palace.
Xie Beihan had been following her for some time, and he had become familiar with the surroundings.
He had also become adept at using talismans, constantly repairing and fixing things.
He had been busy all night and was almost out of breath.
As soon as he saw Nanli, he almost rushed forward, wanting to cling to her legs and cry.
"Little sister, it's so tough, I'm really suffering!" Xie Beihan exclaimed.
As he approached, Nanli pointed her Xuanyue Sword at him.
She wrinkled her brows at the smell of sweat emanating from him.
"It's evident that you're suffering," she remarked.
Xie Beihan pouted. "Yes, I've been running around, barely managing to suppress those resentful spirits."
Ming Xu had placed a bottle at the formation's core, containing the resentful spirits.