Whether 'she' was truly dead or not, Xiang Yuan did not dare say. He could only burn incense and pray to Buddha, hoping she really was.
Senior Jiang was indeed cold through and through. His Primordial Spirit had reincarnated for a thousand years; who knew which world he was hiding in, much less whether he had achieved anything through reincarnation and renewed cultivation.
After thinking it over, though Senior Jiang was dead, his will had not perished. Xiang Yuan, humble as he was, was willing to inherit the useful body Senior Jiang had left behind and use it as an aid to protect his own life.
"Presumably, Senior deliberately left his body behind with this very purpose in mind."
Sitting cross-legged in the little courtyard of Song Family Village, Xiang Yuan expressed his admiration for Senior Jiang through the goofball's mouth.
A calm, composed manner wouldn't do; no one could say something so shameless.
After being hunted down by the Five Poisons Cult and taking a vicious beating, the demon-slaying squad had all gone home to find their mothers. From Wang Wenxu, Xiang Yuan learned that Mingzhu had already left Fengxian County. Without him, the young heroes' little band would only become even more of a sorry sight.
There was no shortage of outstanding figures in the martial world. Plenty of hardheaded newcomers kept cropping up, like leeks—cut down one crop, and another sprang up; one wave left, and the next arrived.
So long as the Southern Border remained, so long as the young turtles of Yellow Springs Dao still crossed the beach, seabirds coming here to temper themselves would arrive in an endless stream, as though some unspoken understanding bound them together.
Xiang Yuan knew what these people were made of: invincible when the wind was at their backs,