Doubt, incomprehension, guesswork, and suspicion—when none of these changed in the slightest over the course of several days, even those who had once questioned whether Daoist Yizhen was merely seeking a good reputation gradually fell silent, a deep sense of respect naturally welling up within them.
"You flatter me, Daoist Friend, I truly do not deserve such praise!" Mao Linglong felt a wave of shame as he recalled how severely the corpse had wounded him.
Buried Flower seemed to have feelings; her body kept writhing as she was consumed by the raging fire. Yet no matter how she struggled, being completely surrounded by blazing flames was futile, and in the blink of an eye, she was reduced to a heap of ashes.
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