She spoke.
"Wait here a moment. I'm going in to take a look."
As she spoke, she started toward the entrance.
Su Qing raised his blood-covered hand and pulled her to a stop.
Su Ye glanced at him. The man held onto her but remained silent.
She shook her head with a sigh, took his blood-covered hand in hers, and pulled him inside with her.
Su Qing lowered his gaze, allowing her to lead him along. This time, he offered no resistance.
As they walked, she began to speak.
"This purple ghost fire…"
She had barely begun to speak when Su Qing waved a hand, retracting the ghost fire.
Then, the black smoke that had been swirling around him vanished.
With the ghost fire gone, the blaze, which had been roaring moments before, died down considerably.
Su Ye entered the room, stepping over overturned tables and chairs to reach the side of the bed.
That was when she saw the man: blindfolded, dressed in white, seated before a zither.
