"No grave, no tombstone... There is only one possibility: the body was not collected, and only the Divine Status, carrying a trace of soul, returned here," Mu Qingge muttered, her gaze calm as water.
She always felt that the Divine Status made her feel incredibly close, and that subtle connection was inexplicable to her.
Suddenly, the Divine Status emitted a brilliant light.
A beam of light shot out from the Divine Status, falling to the ground, transforming into a figure that stood before Mu Qingge.
This person wore simple cloth garments, devoid of luxury. His head was full of silver hair, yet his appearance was exceptionally youthful. He was not strikingly handsome, but he was clear and neat, giving an impression of purity and transparency.
The aura around him seemed capable of purifying the soul, allowing one's mood to attain peace.
"Seeing your master, you don't bow?" The phantom image smiled slightly and said to Mu Qingge.
