Spiritual Light Old Devil was definitely dead—Xiang Yuan knew that full well. he just hadn't expected the world to be so small; there was actually a Spiritual Light Imperial Preceptor in the Unborn Realm.
Before his death, Spiritual Light Old Devil had suddenly seen the light. He became Uncle Spiritual Light and stayed by Xiang Yuan's side. Having taken one wrong step, he had reined in his horse at the cliff's edge—a fine elder who cherished the younger generation. Xiang Yuan had always held him in deep respect. Yet whenever Uncle Master helped him, he could not help murmuring, "Good thing he died."
Chan'er also knew that Spiritual Light Old Devil, the Left Envoy of Yellow Springs Dao, was dead. His possession attempt had failed. Xiang Yuan was Xiang Yuan, sixteen this year, not some ancient old devil.
She simply had not expected Spiritual Light to have died so completely. Whoever stood behind Xiang Yuan had acted so cleanly, cutting off every last possibility of Spiritual Light coming back to life.
Her thoughts ran wild as she wondered who, exactly, was behind Xiang Yuan. Was it the "she" who possessed Jambu Gate, or someone else entirely...
There was too little intelligence. Chan'er could not see through to the truth. Looking again at Xiang Yuan, putting on airs and striking poses, she ground her teeth in hatred.
He was really playing the part!
Looking on the bright side, Xiang Yuan had obtained Jambu Gate and reached the Foundation Establishment Realm in only a few short months. He had even acquired a zombie of extraordinary origins. His future achievements were limitless; surpassing Spiritual Light Old Devil was only a matter of time.
With that oath in place, even if Xiang Yuan was not Spiritual Light, he could only stand on her side.