"Do you not believe me, Fellow Daoist Shi?" Song Wen had noticed the doubt in Shi Sanniang's eyes.
"Had you not intervened, my soul would likely have been scattered to the winds. I should not doubt you."
Shi Sanniang continued.
"However, Ye Pi was at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage. As an Evil Spirit Cultivator, he also possessed an exceptionally powerful body and was extremely difficult to deal with. You are only at the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage, so how did you kill that fiend?"
"It seems you suspect me of being Ye Pi's accomplice." A cold sneer appeared on Song Wen's face. "As for how I killed him, I relied on a rare ninth-tier lightning talisman. Ye Pi was a corpse cultivator who had also drawn Origin Qi into his body, and Thunder Arts countered both."
"How can you prove Ye Pi is dead? Where is his corpse?" Shi Sanniang pressed.
"Ye Pi was reduced to ashes, and his soul dissipated as well. However..."
Song Wen turned his hand over and took out Ye Pi's storage ring. After he infused a wisp of magical power into it, several spirit treasures appeared, including the ghost-faced shield Ye Pi had used earlier.
Traces of Ye Pi's aura still lingered on these spirit treasures, but the soul and magical power imprints he had left on them had already dissipated.
Shi Sanniang stared at the spirit treasures, her gaze inscrutable.
Several breaths later, she cupped her hands and bowed, then slowly spoke.
"It seems you spoke the truth. Ye Pi truly is dead. I misunderstood you earlier, and I hope you will forgive me. Moreover, I will never forget your kindness in saving me. If there is anything you need from me or the Shi Family, please say so. So long as it