In Xuanji's heart, Linglong had always been a good sister. Although she was often loud and competitive, Xuanji never found her annoying; in fact, she loved the spirited way Linglong carried herself.
She had never imagined that one day Linglong would become like a wooden doll, obediently led by others, sitting motionless. No matter what was said to her, there was no longer any change in her eyes. Valley Master Rong had said that a person who had their two souls and six spirits taken away was no different from a dead person.
Xuanji was unwilling to believe this fact, and she didn't know how to believe it. Linglong was still alive, breathing, quietly lying on the bed, her eyes still blinking, as if she would jump up at any moment, shouting her name, and then tightly embrace her, twisting like a pretzel as she asked her where she had been all these days, and why she hadn't come to find her.