Through my efforts, Liu Xiaomiao and Jiang Han had both condensed their own split souls from the Ghost Immortal Coffin. In the previous battle, they hadn't even been able to withstand a single move before being beaten to ashes by a Liangyi Realm cultivator. After reflecting inside the Ghost Immortal Coffin, they had both come up with their own ideas. Still, it was inevitable that they would be stewing with resentment.
Liu Xiaomiao had changed the most. She had originally been somewhat tsundere, but after coming out, she had fallen silent. Sitting cross-legged, she looked listless. Her beloved sword was broken, all her equipment was ruined, and her companions had vanished like smoke and dissipated like clouds. How could that not leave an indelible mark on her?
"Master, Blackie... sob... was he rescued?" Jiang Han was shedding tears by the handful. People of his era valued relationships deeply. He would risk his life for a true friend and companion. To him, the Black-Haired Hou and the Unlucky Bear were both companions who had saved his life. The Black-Haired Hou in particular was someone he could trust with his back. They had parted, never to meet again. How could he not be heartbroken?
"He and Brother Bear fell together at the time. I escaped that disaster because I could avoid lightning." Even after experiencing so much, I still couldn't let go of the deaths of the Black-Haired Hou and the Unlucky Bear. They were dead, and I harbored an intense hatred for the Immortal Sect.
Jiang Han and Liu Xiaomiao were both grief-stricken. I consoled them for quite a while before taking out blocks of yin energy to help them recover their strength. Their soul bodies were still extremely weak, after all. They had to recover to the strength of half-immortals