Dugu Yan nestled in Qian Ni's arms, feeling warmth spread through her body, as though all the pain brought by the rot had melted away.
The warm power lulled her into a haze, and she could have fallen asleep at any moment. She remained completely unaware of her own changes, nor did she see the tenth divine ring merging into her body.
Still less did she realize that, from this moment onward, she was no longer a soul master, but the Goddess of Rot Qian Ni had created single-handedly.
Qian Ni smoothed Dugu Yan's scarlet hair and found the color very much to his liking.
He took out a piece of floral cloth with differently colored sides and draped it over Dugu Bo's grave.
Then he patted the dazed Dugu Yan's cheek.
"Little Dugu of Rot, this is your grandfather's grave. It's not a good place to sleep.
"Come on, look who's here."
He pointed toward the mound, and Dugu Yan lifted her head from his arms, struggling to open her eyes a sliver.
"What... is that?"
Still not fully awake after being lulled by the life energy, Dugu Yan asked with a face full of confusion.
She dimly saw a hand emerge from the top of the grave mound, pushing up the two-toned floral cloth.
The dirt was scraped aside bit by bit, and before long, someone actually crawled out.
Dugu Yan found the man's appearance terribly familiar.
He was tall, with green hair and beard, and even the aura around him felt familiar.
But her dazed mind was sluggish, and nestled in Qian Ni's arms, she really did not want to think about anything else.
After looking for a few seconds, she simply closed her barely open eyes again and buried her face back in Qian Ni's arms.