C85 Chapter 85

She pulled out a yellow talisman. With a flick of her wrist, she set it alight.

Then she waved the burning paper in front of Tang Wan’s face. Tang Wan’s unfocused gaze slowly began to sharpen, but her eyes still looked like they were veiled in mist...

Like she was trapped in a dream.

Tang Yao’s voice was calm, yet carried a chill that didn’t belong. “Tang Wan