"Whoosh!"
The instant Li Ping opened the Purifying Bottle, a streak of brilliant light flew out and hovered in midair, transforming into a heroic-looking man in black robes. It was Minggu, his soul essence restored.
Unlike a Nascent Soul Cultivator's soul, however, a Core Formation Cultivator's divine soul could not take tangible form. Minggu thus looked rather hazy, as though seen through a thin veil of mist.
Seeing Minggu's appearance clearly, Teng Feng froze for a moment before asking with concern, "Senior, are you all right?"
"Yes. After absorbing the Soul-Restoring Pill, I'm in much better shape." The heroic-looking man nodded slightly, his voice resonant.
Teng Feng breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
He had spent more than three hundred years with Minggu. To him, Minggu was both teacher and friend, and he did not want anything to happen to him.
Li Ping stood quietly to one side, listening to their conversation.
Reluctance colored Teng Feng's words, while Minggu remained entirely carefree. Before, he had preferred to live on in this ghostly state rather than leave the mortal world, chiefly because he wanted revenge.
Now that his enemy was dead, he had no lingering attachment to the world.
Nearly an hour passed before Minggu smiled faintly. "Enough, lad. While I still have some strength left, I should enter reincarnation sooner rather than later. I can't keep chatting with you."
"Senior, please accept my bows!"
Hearing this, Teng Feng solemnly dropped to both knees and bowed three times toward Minggu's hovering figure.
Minggu looked startled, and memories surfaced in his eyes. He recalled how, more than three hundred years ago, Teng Feng had gathered his remains and laid him to rest, then bowed to him just as respectfully three times.
In truth, although he had been exceedingly weak then, dealing