Qi remembered his master's instructions, that Philsa cared a lot about the stone and that it must be kept safe and not damaged in the slightest.
"Do you know whose name 'Liuli' is?"
"I don't know if I should tell you..."
“Yug is our comrade,” Firsa replied firmly.
Qi was silent for a few seconds. "Let's not talk about that for now. Master has two things he wants me to give to you personally. He said... he might not be able to wait for you to return, so he asked me to pass them on to you. He insists on giving them to you personally."
With a single crystal thread, I pray to open a peculiar silver lock.
Philsa discreetly used his magical sense of touch to probe the lock, discovering it was made of crystalline silk, as sturdy as gold. Qi, unaware of his movements, calmly retrieved the item her master had entrusted to her from the box.
The first thing—without waiting for her to explain, Philsa had already sensed the overflowing power of the vortex.
Although it was somewhat weakened than before, it still existed. At this point, he was deeply moved. Qi carefully held the stone and solemnly returned it to Philsa.
This weight... is not only the weight of the Wind Vortex Stone, but also the weight of Sherry's soul. Now it has safely returned to her hands.
This also means that what Midnight Slayer said—the so-called betrayal, the so-called doubt, the so-called trust, the so-called companionship—cannot be summed up in a single sentence; it is all a low-level attempt to sow discord.
Qi took out the second item—knowing that Philsa couldn't see the words on it, she handed it to Gerald.
"This is a scroll containing instructions on how to fix a soul onto a puppet, thus 'reviving' it. Of course, Master had already prepared the puppet!"
Although Master had prepared these things long ago and could use forbidden techniques at any time, he still didn't want to act recklessly without Philsa's consent.
In fact, Qi knew another reason why his master dared not act recklessly.
"Master has a warning. No one can guarantee that this resurrection will go smoothly. Even if it succeeds, we don't know what the consequences will be."
“I know. He’s warned me about this many times before.” Philsa chuckled lightly to hide her nervousness.
His mind was made up; having come this far, there was no turning back. He could only continue, or all his previous efforts would be in vain. "I have a request. Please take me to the place where the puppets are kept as soon as possible; I want to finish it quickly."
Qi nodded, then hummed in agreement: "Master had instructed me to take you both to the ritual altar at the bottom of the lake as soon as you arrived. Follow me."
Qi opened a wooden plank in the corner of the hut, revealing a secret passage. Led by her, the three of them continued downwards.
Once the three of them were fully inside the tunnel, she lit an oil lamp. The white light illuminated the surroundings; this was a secret passage that had been dug long ago, and judging by the direction, it did indeed lead to the bottom of the lake.
The further they went, the cold air from the lake seeped through the stone walls, and Jielu unconsciously gripped her companion's hand tightly, even though his hand was just as cold.
Jelu discovers that all of Qi's tools are made of crystal filaments.
Whether it's the bridge spanning the lake, the lock on the box, or the oil lamp in her hand now, everything was made by Qi.
She marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship, suggesting that it might surpass her master, Yug, in the future. She guessed that Yug was skilled in using crystalline threads in combat, while Qi was proficient in crafts; their specializations differed.
Why did Naqi become Yug's apprentice?
Oh, right, Yug is also skilled at making dolls. That alone is enough to attract a girl's attention. If Jelu knew about Yug's background, she would understand that she hadn't guessed wrong.
Philsa was nervous, as she was about to enter the final step.
The resurrection ritual—if successful, Sherry will… return to my side. As for what happens after that, we'll deal with that later.
Although it wasn't a true resurrection, I was content as long as she could come back.
"Um... excuse me... I actually wanted to ask..." It was Qi who spoke, whispering softly, not daring to raise her voice.
“You don’t need to be so polite. Yug’s companions are our companions too.” Jelu’s words put her at ease.
"I'd like to ask if Master mentioned me when he was with you all?"
“This…” Jelu seemed to have never heard Yug mention having a disciple before.
He also kept complaining that women were annoying.
“Yes,” Philsa answered without hesitation.
Jelu was somewhat surprised, but after all, Philsa and Yug were old acquaintances. "Yug often drinks with me, and once he mentioned that he actually has an apprentice. Since then, he has often praised you, saying that you are quite helpful."
"That's not entirely true..."
Jielu had already guessed Qi's thoughts. She might have always harbored feelings for her master. There was no explicit prohibition against master-disciple relationships on the Starry Continent.
Even in the place where Jielu used to live, this custom had become commonplace. In her former sect, there was a rule that disciples had to marry each other.
As she recalled her past, a surge of tension welled up inside her. As she gripped her companion's hand, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the sword "Red Lotus" at her waist.
"What's wrong?" Philsa asked, noticing that her companion was quietly gripping her hand tightly, seemingly a little nervous.
"It's nothing, let's keep going."
Qi, who was leading the way, did not notice the subtle movement behind him. He was thinking about his relationship with his master and sighed.
"I also want to be like you two, traveling to different places together and seeing all sorts of fun things."
“I don’t think Yug would be unwilling, after all, he has always been alone.”
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