With those words, the grave beneath the pear tree split open with a crack, and Daoist Zhai's corpse flew out from within.
Although he had been dead for a very long time, because he had been nourished by the Lord of the Pear Blossoms, his body had not decayed; instead, it looked lifelike.
But even so, Xue An did not directly throw Daoist Zhai's soul into it.
Because he knew that although this body hadn't rotted, its vitality had been cut off for so long that its blood and qi were already utterly exhausted.
If he forcibly merged soul and body, even if he brought him back to life, it was destined not to last long.
But that was no problem for Xue An. He merely flicked his finger, and a drop of fresh blood flew from his fingertip, merging into Daoist Zhai's corpse.
In an instant, the once-dried-up blood and qi surged back to life, and all injuries within his body were restored to their original state.
