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"Lady Xiaosu, eat this, this is delicious," the City Lord's wife eagerly served Sangmo some food.

As she looked at the young girl before her, she suddenly noticed a small abrasion on Sangmo's wrist, where the blood was flowing, with a faint green light shimmering on it.

"Ouch! How did you get such a wound?" she cried out, about to look for medicine.

Sangmo hurriedly stopped her, "My lady, there's no need to fuss, it's just a small injury. There's evil spirit on it that prevents bandaging, so it must be left to air."

The City Lord's wife was greatly alarmed upon hearing this, "Evil spirit?! Oh dear, that's dreadful. My Hefeng fell into a coma for three years due to exposure to an evil spirit."

She said with solemn respect, "So Lady Xiaosu, you have been eliminating evil spirits these past few days."

Sangmo smiled and did not continue the conversation, but the City Lord's wife went on, "The Fairy Sect conference is in a few days, your honored father will come, won't he?"