It was around that time that Ye WeiRu ventured out of his den to find herbs for his new concoctions. The village he passed by was of humble bearings, and despite their woods being terribly plain looking, it was still vast, with the rows of trees stretching miles outwards. He was about to pass the area, with no interest to enter, when a scent stopped him.
The lingering, hateful miasma from the newly born spirit had caught his attention. It was subtle yet filled with malice. Curious, Ye WeiRu ventured into the woods, following the thickening trail of miasma.
When he found Lan Guan-Yin, her body was still well preserved, the cold winter keeping her from degrading. Lan Guan-Yin was barely over 18, and with her malnourished, battered body, she could have passed as young as 15.
