"Who is this?" Song Wen studied the corpse inside the transparent ice coffin and asked softly.
For Ying Wu to preserve the body in such a treasured manner, this person had to be anything but ordinary to her.
"Her name was Jian Yun. She was the only disciple I ever took in my life."
A trace of melancholy appeared on Ying Wu's face. She stared blankly at the corpse, her thoughts seeming to drift back to some distant past.
"Jian Yun was an orphan. Seeing that she possessed outstanding talent and a ninth-grade spiritual root, I took her in and taught her with great care. Who could have imagined that I would only bring harm upon her?"
"Once, in the depths of the sea, I captured a Thousand-Eyed Chi alive. Such a demon was exceedingly rare in this world. Everyone knew its venom was immensely potent and that it excelled at controlling water, but they did not know that its thousand-layered eyes could seize one's soul and wound people without leaving a trace."
"While bringing the Thousand-Eyed Chi back to the island, I was careless for a moment and allowed Jian Yun to fall victim to that demon. Her soul scattered to the winds, yet her body was not damaged in the slightest."
"When Jian Yun died, she was only a little over a hundred years old and had only just formed her Nascent Soul."
After hearing this, Song Wen sighed softly.
"Fellow Daoist, the past cannot be pursued. Please accept my condolences."
"It has been several centuries already. I have long let it go," Ying Wu said. "Still, I failed her in the end, which is why I kept her body behind. Now that you, Extreme Yin, have a use for it, I shall give Jian Yun's body to