Lin Jin crouched beside Su Qianxue.
Up close, her soul body looked even more peaceful than it had from a distance. Her long hair lay scattered among the gray blades of grass, and no trace of the pain of death remained on her face, as though she had truly been asleep for a very long time.
The Jōgan slowly lit up.
Lin Jin's gaze pierced the surface of her soul body and reached deep into her soul.
Su Qianxue's memories remained intact, from childhood to adulthood, from Jiangcheng to Capital City, all the way to the moment her life had ended in the Su Clan square. Every trace lay deep within her consciousness.
Her sense of self, emotions, and personality were all still there.
Soul sinking had merely put her consciousness into a prolonged sleep. The Yellow Springs had not yet had time to slowly wear away those things that belonged to her previous life.
Lin Jin looked for a long time, and the tension that had gripped his face for days finally eased a little.
He reached out, and once the Origin of All Things True Principle covered his palm, his fingertips gently touched her face.
The cold soul body held no warmth.
The gesture also reminded Lin Jin of more than a year ago.
Su Qianxue had lain in his arms, covered in blood, and raised her hand just like this, pressing her palm against his face as her strength ebbed away.
That day, he had told her to have a good sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, he would still be beside her.
Lin Jin took the hand resting at her side and said softly, "Qianxue, I've come to take you home."
The sleeping Su Qianxue could not hear him.
Lin Jin said nothing more. He