How could he possibly not care!
Han Kang wanted to cry, but no tears came. That had been his master!
But at this point, there was nothing else he could do. He could only follow Li Ling onward, hollow with loss.
By "cleaning up," Li Ling naturally meant collecting what the Face Tree had left behind.
After the three strange flowers condensed into Dao Fruits, they fell from the branches completely. When the two men reached the Face Tree's corpse, they found them hovering in midair, drifting quietly beside a badly decomposed body.
"This is..."
Han Kang was startled, then realized something, and grief crossed his face.
"This is your master. He actually died a long time ago, but he used the Ji Earth Grand Tai Sui's abilities to preserve his body and turn himself into a Demon Corpse."
Li Ling frowned as he examined the rotting body's condition, piecing together the truth.
As the saying went, gold and jade on the outside, rotten stuffing within. Shi Jizi's return to youth apparently had not been all that successful.
Thoughtfully, Li Ling turned toward the Face Tree's corpse beside them.
A tree and a corpse...
Those two words hardly seemed to belong together. Once a tree decayed, its withered branches and dead leaves amounted to no more than a pile of debris or rotten wood.
Yet calling the thing beneath their feet the Face Tree's corpse was no exaggeration at all.
Far from being a misuse of words, it was precisely apt.
"Never mind the rest for now. Put these away. As agreed, I won't fight you for them. I hope you'll keep your promise and give us of the Nine Spirits Sect a chance."
Han Kang looked even more exhausted than Li Ling. This was not mere mental strain; his