The mass graveyard was silent as death, with only the cold wind sobbing.
Yao Yun slumped on the ground, leaning against a grave mound, staring blankly at the mangy stray dog lying on the ground.
This was Chen Jin?
Turning a person into a dog?
Yao Yun shuddered in alarm, then was wildly overjoyed. Like a drowning person clutching a life-saving straw, she hurriedly straightened and kowtowed hard to Jiang Yi. Half her tongue was gone, leaving her words indistinct, and she could only repeat:
"I beg... High God... have mercy!"
Jiang Yi lightly surveyed Yao Yun's wretched appearance and turbulent state of mind. His eyes glimmered faintly, as though a cluster of candle flames had been lit within them.
Although he had not reached the Flying Ascension Foundation Establishment Realm and could not perform calculations of Commoners' Karma to divine heaven's secrets,
with his peerless mastery of Fire Techniques, jointly refining the Grade C and Grade D fires, seeing the hidden thoughts in Yao Yun's heart, her inner and outer breath, and even the changes in the soul buried deep within her body took no more effort than blowing away dust.
"Her nation destroyed, her family ruined, burdened with vengeance for both. Facing Chen Jin, a treacherous servant bullying his master, she decisively bit off her tongue to kill herself... hmm, an unusual destiny. No wonder she could draw the Talisman Edict here."
Jiang Yi found this quite interesting. Ever since reaching the twelfth level of Qi Refining, he had dealt with True Disciples of Sect-tier organizations or unfathomable True Lords.
Every word and action required careful consideration. He had no choice but to keep his mind taut and stand ready for battle.
Even when he demonstrated the Dao before the Hong Water Dharma Assembly and stunned everyone present,