Bang—
Subutai threw a shriveled corpse in front of the Shaman Priest, who was leaning on an eagle-headed scepter, wearing a nine-feathered hat, and had a sheepskin drum hanging from his neck: "Wusun Shaman, I've brought back what you asked for."
Wusun Shaman complained with some dissatisfaction: "Be careful, this is precious ritual material, you can't exchange it for its weight in gold, how can you treat it like this?"
Subutai puzzled: "This old thing is already close to the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, the corpse can't just break from a fall."
"The paths monks take are varied and strange, these Fire Worship monks seek a path of transcendence of the soul, similar to Esoteric Monks, they do not cultivate the physical body..."
Wusun Shaman realized that Subutai looked confused halfway and retorted angrily: "I told you, you wouldn't understand, yet you insisted on asking?"
The owner of this corpse was a caster who was just a step away from entering the Legendary Tier.
