When Xiao Hua went off, fully satisfied, to examine the method for tempering soul sense, Li Zongbao tentatively asked from the side, "Miss Zi Ming, I have a question I'd like to ask!"
"Please speak, Young Master Li," Zi Ming replied politely.
"Zi Ye's physical body... has it also been kept intact? Otherwise... even if you can revive Zi Ye with the Soul Falling Lamp..." Li Zongbao's tone was somewhat conflicted. Clearly, a knot had already formed in his heart. Because of his own cowardice, he had failed to speak frankly to the Cai Family of Luyang back then. By now, Cai Zhuoxia's remains had likely long turned into white bones.
"Young Master Li is correct." Zi Ming nodded slightly. "My Million Meng Mountain specializes in soul arts, so naturally we are no strangers to such matters. As early as the descent of the Sacred Beast, I began making preparations. I am confident that... Zi Ye's corpse will remain unchanged for a thousand years!"
"Mm..." Li Zongbao's heart was a jumble of flavors, and his faint regret needed no words. Even Fairy Hongxia felt some bitterness in her heart. After all, the Cai Family of Luyang had truly only been a small cultivation lineage back then. They likely had not possessed the means to preserve Cai Zhuoxia's remains.
The journey to Houtu Village was unexpectedly long, far longer than Xiao Hua had anticipated. The Flowing Cloud Flying Boat flew for dozens of days without pause.
During that time, Xiao Hua naturally tempered his soul sense. He also learned that the brocade pouch at a soul warrior's waist was called a Soul Nest. It was used to hold objects and soul beasts, and was even more useful than a cultivator's storage pouch! Or perhaps it was a combination of a storage