Bab 40: Chapter 6: Bewitched by Colors

The small, baby-fist-sized yellow origami held steady in mid-air, with no inclination of falling.

Coming from a military family, Gu Ping had never witnessed such a spectacle and couldn't help but widen his eyes in amazement as if looking at a foreign marvel.

He Qing's palms faced each other from a distance, and exactly at noon, a cool breeze unexpectedly passed between the two, lingering without stopping. Gu Ping vaguely sensed something unusual and suddenly remembered, "Aren't there tales that ghosts can't come out during the day? That they'd vanish into smoke under the sunlight... Then Changan!"

His heart tightened, and he involuntarily raised his right hand, gathering the air as if cradling nothing.

Seeing this, He Qing's eyes held a trace of amusement. Her thumb pressed on the Yangming Meridian of her ring finger and she whispered the incantation, "Yin soul bound to yang, dreaming souls of merit, on this occasion I plea, grant me temporary permission."