Feng Xiaonan naturally wished she could beat me up. After all, she was still an unmarried maiden, and Yun Xingzhui's daughter was standing right there. Of course, she did not dare actually lay a hand on me, because a soft cough of warning had already sounded from the side, frightening her into silence.
Zuo Qingxuan furrowed her brows, then said, "All right, let's begin."
"Yes..." Feng Xiaonan hurriedly agreed. When she had come here this time, she had never imagined that someone with such a high level of cultivation would be present. She could not even imagine just how high it was. After all, she was merely an Immortal in the Profound Tribulation Realm, still a hundred thousand miles from the Heavenly Dao Realm.
Without dwelling on it any further, Feng Xiaonan soon carefully took the stone statue out of her storage pouch.
It was a pale, hardened likeness of Yun Xingzhui. His appearance, skin, and the colors of his body had all been preserved exactly as they were. No wonder Feng Xiaonan had come to worship such a Yun Xingzhui. A man in a quiet, peaceful state could still be quite handsome and refined, especially with that weathered, frozen expression forged through hardship.
"Without a doubt, he is dead." There was not the slightest emotion in Zuo Qingxuan's voice, as though she were looking at a finely carved terracotta warrior.
But Yun Xingzhui really was like that now. He had no breath and gave off no aura whatsoever, just like a terracotta warrior freshly unearthed. Even if some color remained, it seemed overly pale, marked by the traces of passing years.
Hearing the expert's verdict, Feng Xiaonan grew more despondent, but still murmured, "Can't he come back to life...?"
I thought for a moment, then shook my head. I