Seeing his bewildered expression, Jiyan let out a mocking chuckle and slowly said, "This is the skeleton made from your ashes in the Gold-and-Jade Glazed Cup. I must say, that bleeding heart of yours certainly lives up to its name. Even your ashes are so snow-white-so white they're blinding and loathsome."
The Patriarch of the Mystic Sect said, "Have you had too much to drink?"
How could his ashes be in Jiyan's hands?
And made into a skeleton, at that?
How was that possible?
His ashes were being protected by his two-hundred-and-fiftieth-generation disciple, Xia Wanwan. She even regularly stuck flowers into them and crushed tomato-flavored Potato Chips into powder to mix into them for him to eat.
His ashes shouldn't be this white. They should be multicolored, or taste like tomato Potato Chips.
Take the urn sealed inside the Divine Statue, for instance. It smelled unmistakably of Potato Chips.
Those were his ashes.
What sort of nonsense was this Shen Chuanlian up to now?!
"Old man, I brought your ashes all the way here from Southern Mei just for this. I'm going to make you watch with your own eyes as your ashes become my fleshly body!"
After Jiyan finished speaking, the black mist in his palm grew denser. Under his control, the skeleton kept darkening, slowly beginning to grow flesh and muscle.
The Patriarch of the Mystic Sect frantically worked his fingers, divining the chains of cause and effect.
His expression suddenly turned grave. "Have you gone mad? You're using ninety percent of your current power to shape a fleshly body around that skeleton. Aren't you afraid I'll take the chance to beat you up?"
Jiyan controlled the black mist with one hand, continuing to shape flesh around the skeleton, yet his smile remained unhurried. "What's wrong? Scared?"
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