Yuan Zhiwei maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, his gaze filled with terror, as he desperately suppressed the fear in his heart and observed Jin Ling.
The others were hardly at ease either. Even though they had weapons in their hands, the shock of facing someone who had risen from the dead almost overwhelmed them.
Jin Ling's eyelashes slightly drooped as she stared at the ground beneath her feet, a flash of disdain briefly appearing in her eyes.
In her eyes, these people posed no threat at all.
"Ah!"
A cry of alarm sounded, breaking the silent standoff.
Yuan Zhiwei jumped when someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.
Turning his head and seeing it was Qin Ruan, his trembling body calmed down.
"Madam Huo, you walk without making a sound?"
The others, noticing Yuan was familiar with the newcomer, slowly released the breath that was stuck in their throats.