Divine Relics.
Elder Sang and the Water Ghost rested on a stone, whispering softly as they kept Cen Qiaofu company.
The Holy Emperor Fengtian, Feng Yujin, resembled a delicate seamstress. After obtaining the last soul fragment of Mo Mo, he finally finished stitching the soul body together.
On one side, he was "refining" a rebirth, while on the other, Cao Erzhu, who had awakened at some point, crouched nearby, watching the soul-crafting process with a serious and visibly pained expression.
"This kind of flesh remolding... feels excruciating..."
Erzhu muttered to himself but received no response from the Divine Uncle, who appeared to have fallen into a deep silence since the battle, refusing to utter another word.
"Kid, come here."
Elder Sang, by the stone, beckoned to Cao Erzhu, interrupting his murmurings. The Water Ghost, by his side, glanced at him as they appeared to be mid-conversation.
"Yes, you!"
