Chapter 39

To return Xie Ling's soul fragment to his body was just only a simple matter for Qingwu.

No elaborate rituals or flashy preparations were required. She blew on her palm, pressed her thumb against the talisman paper containing the soul fragment, and slapped it forcefully onto Xie Ling's forehead.

A crisp smack echoed in the room, leaving a red handprint squarely in the center of his forehead.

"All done!" Qingwu flexed her hand with a satisfied expression.

The room fell with silent. The Duchess of Dingguo stared, wide-eyed. "That… that's it?"

She wasn't doubting Qingwu, but this method seemed far too casual…

When the Baimei Taoist had summoned the fox demon into her son's body, he had used talismans and a peachwood sword, performing a lengthy ritual for hours.... This? This was practically slapdash.

A soft groan redirected everyone's attention.