His chest was empty and transparent.

“Dispersed?” He Danggui was surprised. If he was dispersed, who was she talking with? She asked, “What are you?”

Regardless of her rudeness, Qi Xuanyu replied after dressing himself, “I was a memory. You can see me as the reflection of my resentment. Resentment will not easily dissipate after one’s death.”

He Danggui agreed with him. She squinted Qi Xuanyu and asked, “That Taoist guy is in ...