After his initial recovery, Zhao Wuyan was settled by Li Ling on a desolate mountain beside the Great Lin River.
Li Ling casually pointed ahead and told him, "For now, stay out in the wilderness. Build yourself a hut to live in."
Zhao Wuyan had been a hunter, so he had no objection and gave a subdued grunt of assent.
Li Ling turned his head and suddenly caught a sour stench. This was not an odor emanating on the spiritual level-he was simply filthy.
When he had been a Corpse-Person, the Yin Baleful Qi tempering his body had kept him clean automatically. Recently, however, perhaps because the talismans had suppressed it, his whole body had begun to stink.
"Wait," Li Ling said.
With a casual wave of his hand, the Cicada-Wing Gauze Sash danced like a dragon, sending rain down beside the rock face ahead.
"Wash yourself first. You're no longer a Corpse-Person. Don't go around stinking."
Zhao Wuyan also caught the smell of grime on his body. Somewhat ashamed, he hurried to comply.
Li Ling gave a dry chuckle and teleported away to where he had hidden his belongings, fetching a clean Daoist robe he had prepared for him.
A short while later, Zhao Wuyan had shaved off his beard and put on the robe. He looked nothing like his former self.
He had no friends or relatives among the local populace, and his aura had undergone an earth-shaking change. Even if he stood in the Beyond-the-World Valley where he had appeared not long ago, no one would recognize him.
It truly did feel like a new lease on life. Li Ling asked him a crucial question. "What should I call you now, Zhao San or Zhao Wuyan?"
Zhao Wuyan froze briefly at the question, then replied with a