Magui.
When Ji Yuan spotted him with his Divine Sense, he was surprised.
He had not expected this upgrade to the Mass Burial Ground to bring out his "Senior Brother Ma."
Ji Yuan's outstretched right hand snapped shut, and the tiny flame formed by the Netherworld Corpsefire vanished, only to reappear inside his Dantian.
The Corpsefire entered his Dantian.
Ji Yuan shivered involuntarily. The sensation seemed cold enough to freeze his Divine Soul, and it was quite a shock to his Dantian.
Yet the instant the Corpsefire entered, the Nascent Soul seated at the center of Ji Yuan's Dantian suddenly raised its head. The flame, which had been dancing moments before, immediately fell still.
It sank obediently to the bottom of his Dantian, not daring to stir in the slightest.
Ji Yuan's Nascent Soul gave it one last glance, then looked away and resumed its meditative posture.
With the Corpsefire put away, a little light gradually returned to the Mass Burial Ground, though hazy yin mist still shrouded it.
Whoosh!
A streak of light sliced through the mist and landed before Ji Yuan, taking the form of a blank-faced Corpse Puppet.
Looking at Senior Brother Magui's charred face and hair curled into a tangled mass by Zixiao Divine Thunder, Ji Yuan could not help feeling wistful.
Who would have thought that Magui, once so spirited in the Bone Demon Sect that he had even wanted to hunt Ji Yuan down, would die by his hand and ultimately become a Corpse Puppet through and through?
"Don't worry. Next time I kill Bone Demon, I'll make sure you're there."
Ji Yuan spoke almost to himself, then stepped forward and patted Magui's shoulder before sending him back to lie in the graveyard.
Magui had only just awakened, and many of the injuries his