"Yiyi, wh-what happened? Your mother..."
The young woman picked up Ji Qingyi, utterly bewildered. Had they not already died?
What was going on now?
Facing her resurrected parents, the young Ji Qingyi merely raised her eyes to glance at them before lowering them again, silent and withdrawn... As though her parents' return to life brought her neither excitement nor joy.
Mo Shangxie stepped forward to explain.
After a long while, the couple finally understood. "Immortal! So you're an immortal!"
They immediately dropped to their knees!
Jiang Che had already seen what followed countless times. The couple wept and begged to send their child to Jiang Che.
And so... Jiang Che was forced to take the young Ji Qingyi as his disciple.
Naturally, Jiang Che felt nothing toward Ji Qingyi's parents. Reverence for the strong was the nature of all races. There was nothing wrong with sending one's offspring to a stronger person in pursuit of a better life.
It was like how many parents would spare no expense and pull every string they could to find their children a master to teach them a trade.
Yet Jiang Che's gaze remained fixed on Ji Qingyi.
This little girl, barely three or four years old, had not said a single word from beginning to end. She was like a little mute. Even when her biological parents, whom she had thought lost forever, appeared before her again, her expression did not change.
Of course, Ji Qingyi was not entirely unaffected by seeing her parents revived. The dull confusion in her gaze had turned into calmness.
Those were not emotions a three- or four-year-old girl should have possessed. Jiang Che even began to wonder... Could Ji Qingyi have transmigrated with her soul as well?
But that was obviously impossible. No matter how high Ji