After summoning Chen Shanyun, I hurried to the Central Hospital, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face the entire way.
The female priest had forcibly restored her strength and severely wounded the Walking Corpse craftsman for my sake. In truth, she had already resolved to die back then. Sadly, I had not even seen her once, and had still been thinking about how to use a tracker to find her. It was truly laughable...
In the suburbs, I hailed a three-wheeled vehicle and composed myself before heading to the hospital. A group of people stood dazed in front of the morgue. Senior Brother Hai and the others had already arrived. They were simply waiting for me.
Dai Mei was waiting for me in a dark corner. I recalled her into the little wooden figurine.
I opened the morgue door. The female priest lay there peacefully with her eyes closed. I walked over, my heart aching, yet unable to say a single word.
She had died from her severe injuries, clinging to her last breath. Zhao Qian had stayed by her side the whole time.
When Zhao Qian saw me enter, her eyes brimmed with tears as she handed me a notebook.
"When Master came back, she couldn't say anything at all. She couldn't get a word out, and she didn't leave behind even a single written character. She left this behind before she left home. I'm giving it to you now. I don't know if it'll be of any use."
I took the notebook. Its pages were densely covered in exceptionally delicate handwriting. She had been a cultivator from a prestigious family, born into a mysterious Daoist sect, and her command of written language was excellent.
It took me a very long time to finish reading the words.
The gist was