"Master, you must properly compensate me." After saying this, Quanxin weakly retreated back into the hot spring water and fell silent; it truly had no strength left.
Bai Ruozhu gently cradled Feng Cheng's fragment of a soul and carefully carried it out from the space.
Suddenly, the fragment flew up towards a peach tree.
Bai Ruozhu's eyes instantly reddened; she remembered that peach tree. When she first saw him in the Jiuli Clan's peach forest, he was standing beneath that tree.
The fragment of a soul swiftly drilled into a peach blossom and disappeared.
Bai Ruozhu was startled and hurriedly called out, "Feng Cheng, Feng Cheng?"
Unfortunately, the fragment didn't respond. Could it have been swallowed by the peach tree? This peach forest had blossomed a few years ago; perhaps it had already become a spirit.
Anxious and flustered, she blamed herself for being too reckless, for not knowing how to gather souls, much less how to revive Feng Cheng.
