Several days later, Xuzi Valley.
The moonlight was bright, scattering patches of fragmented shadows across the forest floor.
"Swish~~"
A figure came and went, returning to this place—it was Ning Daoran.
By now, the ambushers from before had already left. The storage bags and corpses of the slain had all been dealt with, but as this was the place where two Nascent Soul Great Cultivators had fallen, remnants of their auras and shattered Divine Souls still lingered.
Ning Daoran furrowed his brows.
Silently, he activated the Soul Searching Technique, gathering the scattered souls of the two.
The Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator's Divine Soul was more robust, and their death had been clean, leaving behind considerably more scattered soul fragments, which were quickly consolidated into a single form. Emerging from the chaotic fog, they still donned the blood-red robe, though the haughty defiance was no longer present on their face.
