Rumble...
The Soul-Nurturing Banner unfurled.
An enormous flag billowed out, Yin Qi gushing from its surface.
Fortunately, He Pingsheng's Divine Sense was powerful enough to block the Yin Baleful Energy emanating from the flag.
Inside the Soul-Nurturing Banner was another soul.
It was Qiao Huizhu.
Qiao Huizhu's soul had now become as solid as it could possibly be. She lay quietly inside the Soul Banner, her eyes closed, utterly motionless.
Yet as He Pingsheng watched, he suddenly noticed that Qiao Huizhu's soul seemed to move.
"This..."
He Pingsheng instantly grew excited, his whole body tensing. Were my eyes playing tricks on me?
She really did move just now.
Next, one of Qiao Huizhu's hands abruptly rose.
She really had moved.
Then she went from lying flat to sitting upright, and her eyes opened as well.
"Sister Qiao..." Tears streamed down He Pingsheng's face. "Have you... finally awakened?"
Inside the Soul Banner, Qiao Huizhu's soul looked somewhat confused. She looked at herself, then at He Pingsheng. "Who are you?"
He Pingsheng's heart felt as though something had struck it, leaving a heavy, stifling ache.
That pain was beyond words.
Fortunately, after only about two breaths, light gradually gathered in Qiao Huizhu's eyes, and she recovered many of her memories.
"H-Husband... is that you?" Qiao Huizhu finally remembered. Her face twisted with pain, and she wanted to cry.
But a soul had no tears.
"What happened to me?"
"How did I..."
"Am I dead?"
She looked at herself in alarm, then at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng closed his eyes and drew a deep, deep breath. Then he opened them and forced a gentle smile onto his face. "My wife... you... where did your memories stop?"
"Memories?" Qiao Huizhu asked.
"I remember!"
Her brows drew together slightly. "Back then, we parted ways. You