Ai Cao smiled and shook her head: "Anyway, they will always live and laugh, so why should I be so fixated on seeing their souls?"
Yang Lingyao was taken aback.
She shook her head, smiled, and said, "That's fine too."
She waved to the spot not far from the mugwort, her lips moving slightly as if she were listening intently.
After a while, she said, "They are dressed differently, but they all understand the function of your magic weapon."
Ai Cao smiled but didn't say anything.
Yang Lingyao continued, "I found out two names. My senior sisters said they were both harmed by those two families." She paused, then continued, "The one with the highest cultivation level was a Nascent Soul cultivator, a whole realm higher than the Nascent Soul stage."
She asked, "Can this be resolved?"
Artemisia asked in return, "Would any woman be willing to be reincarnated in him?"
Yang Lingyao looked for a while, then said with a complicated expression, "Yes. It hasn't been decided yet who the reincarnation is. Please wait."
Ai Cao smiled and agreed.
After a while, accompanied by the sound of the wind slowly rustling the wild grass, Yang Lingyao said, "They've made their decision. This Nascent Soul cultivator will go to my senior sister, but a few of my sisters want to wait and see if there are any better ones later."
She laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "If it weren't for you, I would never have been able to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone avenge my senior sisters. It's laughable that I was so self-pitying and didn't even bother to ask about my enemies."
Ai Cao smiled gently and reached out to touch the top of her head.
"Ai Cao said, 'You've asked now.' She added, 'It's not too late.'"
Yang Lingyao blinked, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye, and said, "Of course."
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