The sudden brightness of the lightning inside the house startled Yu Xia, who thought she had a plan for retreat.
She quickly and cautiously pulled out a piece of Talisman Paper, fixating her gaze on the window.
After that flash of light, darkness enveloped the area once more. The chilling rain increased in intensity, battering against the dilapidated window frame, while the only refuge was the cramped, damp space that reeked of mold, and her clothes stuck against her body, damp from the rain.
Everything appeared normal.
She took a long breath of relief, yet didn't let her guard down.
Having been raised in a Daoist temple since she was young, although her title of metaphysics prodigy was a bit of a fabrication, she understood far better than the average person what was meant by the cycle of karma.
But it wasn't an insolvable situation, so long as she kept the Talisman Paper with her at all times, those things that sought her out wouldn't dare to do anything—