During a time of intense anxiety for Zong Yue and the others, suddenly, a gentle white light brightened in the center of the forest ruins. From a pile of ashes, the light shone radiantly; poof—a sky full of ashes burst into the air, and amidst the white light, two figures floated out. It was Ah Dai and Xuan Yue, unharmed, their clothes merely a bit disheveled.