"Daoist Mu, there's no bringing back the dead. You must try to move on."
"You are right, Daoist Li."
Mu Caiwei sighed, her heart heavy with sorrow.
She knew she shouldn't be sad. Mu Hua was no longer the brother she remembered; he had become a heartless, monstrous creature.
But they were brother and sister, after all. The bonds of blood were difficult to sever.
"Ah Hua was weak and sickly from a young age, and he only had an Inferior Spirit Root. He was desperate to become powerful. He always used to tell me that once he was strong enough, he would protect me..."
Mu Caiwei's gaze fell upon the pile of mangled flesh as she spoke wistfully of the past.
After a moment, she walked over to the pile of flesh, trying to find any trace of the Bloodline.
But after the Bloodline self-destructed, every trace of it had vanished, as if it had never existed.
'The Demon Planting Technique... It's truly bizarre. I can't see anything unusual at all.'
