It was not yet time for Lin Jing to grieve, as Huang Qingling spoke directly:
"Lin Jing, lay Zhang Yuan down."
"Stand guard for me in a moment, and don't let anyone disturb me."
Huang Qingling's expression was more serious than ever before.
Lin Jing was stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss.
But he still nodded, gently placed Zhang Yuan on the ground, then stepped aside.
Once Lin Jing had moved away, Huang Qingling hurriedly sat down next to Zhang Yuan's body.
Then, Huang Qingling's hands crossed over each other.
Next, her lips moved slightly as she silently chanted a spell.
At that moment, countless colorful lights emanated from Huang Qingling's body.
There were nine colors in this radiance, each extraordinarily bright and dazzling.
As Huang Qingling continued her incantations, the radiance of the nine colors around her grew even more vibrant.
Eventually, the light enveloped both Huang Qingling and Zhang Yuan's body.
Lin Jing, who stood outside, could see nothing.