"Wait!"
Yun Yao was about to sacrifice the Heavenly Immortal Immortal Artifact to activate the Crystal Coffin when Jiang Ping An suddenly remembered something and shouted.
"Did you suddenly need to take a shit?"
Yun Yao was annoyed at being interrupted.
"I just remembered someone I need to speak to."
Jiang Ping An's true body returned to the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect. He went to the outer sect and swept his Divine Sense over its residences, finding the person he sought near the edge.
Bu Si sat in an ordinary wooden house, staring at the two Corpse Puppets before him with a worried frown.
The path of corpse-driving was unusual. No one in the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect had walked it before him, so he could only teach himself.
The books he needed were extremely expensive, and he could not afford them. He was worrying about where to get some money.
Jiang Ping An had come from the Barren Realm just as he had, yet Jiang Ping An's name now rang throughout the Illusory Moon Region while Bu Si had not even become an immortal. The gulf between them was hard to bear.
It would be a lie to say he felt no envy or jealousy.
But envy alone was useless. He had to work hard himself.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Bu Si paused. He had almost no friends here in the Immortal Realm. Who would come looking for him?
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Jiang Ping An."
Hearing the name only puzzled Bu Si more. They barely had anything to do with each other now. Why would Jiang Ping An come to see him?
He put down his book, deactivated the formation, and opened the door. Jiang Ping An stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, his face