The underground chamber.
Master Huo lay on the comfortable bed, his whole body and even the vast bed were enveloped in golden light.
The handsome, fair complexion of his face had gradually regained its rosy shine.
The hand of the Master resting at the bedside moved slightly, showing signs of regaining consciousness.
At this moment, two figures appeared out of nowhere in the room.
The white and black envoys, who clearly told Qin Ruan they were returning to the Netherworld, appeared in this not too spacious but fully equipped room.
The Black Envoy, emanating an evil aura, approached the master. As he moved, the black evil aura dissipating from his body vanished. The Black Envoy stood by the bed like a normal person, looking down at the complicated aura entangling Master Huo.
The purple energy innate to the master tangled with the black evil, inseparable. The gold light emanating from the Buddha Beads he tightly held in his hand were supporting his draining vitality.