"...Senior Sister Jiang!"
Cheng Buzheng gazed at that luminous relic pearl, unable to stop himself from murmuring inwardly.
Just then...
A fragrant breeze drifted over, accompanied by a familiar voice at Cheng Buzheng's ear.
"Fellow Daoist Cheng, offer Siling an incense stick as well!"
At those words, Cheng Buzheng, his expression solemn, nodded and said in a low voice:
"Mm!"
He said no more. Walking to the offering table, he took out three spirit incense sticks and lit them. Raising the incense above his head, he bowed three times in succession.
At last, Cheng Buzheng solemnly inserted the three spirit incense sticks into the censer.
Amid the curling smoke, Cheng Buzheng's features seemed somewhat blurred, yet the icy gleam in his eyes stood out all the more clearly.
"Senior Sister Jiang, rest assured. Junior Brother will not let you die in vain!"
"If Junior Brother can break through to the Spirit Transformation realm, I will surely make the murderer pay an incomparably dreadful price."
"No matter who They are!"
Cheng Buzheng stared at the offering table before him, his gaze fixed tightly upon the relic pearl that carried Jiang Siling's aura, as he silently swore in his heart.
And so...
Cheng Buzheng stood before the offering table in silence for a long while.
Seeing this, True Lord Mingxiang, standing to one side, stepped forward and let out a soft sigh.
"Ah..."
After sighing, True Lord Mingxiang said softly:
"Fellow Daoist Cheng, do not dwell on it too deeply!
Siling would not wish to see Fellow Daoist so grief-stricken."
At those words, Cheng Buzheng did not reply, merely nodding. Yet his gaze remained firmly locked upon the relic pearl on the offering table, never shifting away.
Seeing this, True Lord Mingxiang did not press him further. Her tone somewhat despondent, she