"Daoist!"
Madam Hua, with a hoarse voice, shouted desperately, as if a weary traveler who had been walking all night had finally caught sight of a glimmer of light ahead and desperately wanted to grasp that ray of hope.
Daoist Xuan Cheng and the others also looked at Madam Hua. Among them, an ordinary-looking scholar in green looked at her thoughtfully.
Madam Hua was so flustered that she almost lost her mind. Her mind was in a daze.
"Only you." The girl's ethereal and cold voice resounded in Madam Hua's mind again, like a bell ringing in her soul.
Madam Hua rushed forward in a daze and shouted, "Spiritual Master, open the Rebirth Hall quickly. Someone has cast an evil spell on the memorial tablets!"
A middle-aged Daoist priest's expression instantly changed as he reprimanded sternly, "Kind lady, don't spout nonsense!"
