"Since Fellow Daoist is unwilling to make peace, then I must trouble Fellow Daoist to dress this 'corpse' of mine... Do not continue to humiliate this 'corpse' of mine. It will make it easier for us to meet again in the future."
At this moment, seeing that Wei Tu ignored her intention to reconcile and was preparing to leave, the 'female corpse' seemed to furrow her delicate brows slightly before calmly speaking these words.
The moment her words fell—
Wei Tu suddenly came back to his senses and, as though only realizing it belatedly, glanced at the female corpse, who had not worn a shred of clothing since her coffin had been opened.
Her skin was warm and smooth, white and lustrous as jade; her slender waist could be encircled in one hand, and her beauty was enough to stir pity in any heart...
Now, sealed beneath the restrictions of ten 'immortal puppets,' she appeared even more imperiled and pitiable.
Had he not long known that she was the first-life 'corpse' of the Seven-Treasure Demon Ancestor, and that her aura was exceedingly similar to the Flesh Buddha transformed from the Suffering-Crossing Monk, then judging solely by her appearance and their contact here, she was virtually no different from a living person!
There was not the slightest discernible distinction.
"Does this woman want to put on this monk's robe? Could there be some mystery to the robe as well?" Wei Tu narrowed his eyes. Rather than replying, seemingly unconcerned by the accusation that he was humiliating another's corpse, he instead looked with some interest at the monk's robe, monk's socks, and monk's hat she held against her chest together with the two 'Bay Leaf Sutras.'
Their material appeared quite ordinary. They were dark gray throughout, not the dharma robes commonly worn