Five or six years may not seem like a long time, but for someone like Nalan Shuo, it's already quite satisfying; it's no different from giving him a second life.
Under the arrangements of the Yi Sect, Yang Xiao supported Nalan Shuo to meet Elder Shouzhuo in a ward.
At this moment, Elder Shouzhuo's body had been cleaned, and her once messy hair was tidied up neatly, looking peaceful and serene.
If one were to overlook the corpse spots on her body, she would resemble someone merely asleep.
Present were several elders from the Yi Sect, with Elder Yin Ji among them; everyone wore solemn expressions, and the atmosphere in the room was exceedingly oppressive.
"Elder Yin Ji, may I check Elder Shouzhuo's condition?" Yang Xiao inquired, "I have a Magic Artifact and wonder if it might be of any help."
"As you wish," Elder Yin Ji raised a hand, evidently treating Yang Xiao's words lightly, after all, even if he was speaking the truth, he was merely a Ghost-level Apostle.
