The voice called out several times without a response from An Yi, then sighed, and footsteps faded away. An Yi looked at her master's coffin in a dazed sorrow. She had been lucky, blessed with two masters who loved and protected her, but her fate was not kind. Her first master passed away of old age, and now this master had fallen once again.
It was at this moment that the plow-yellow jade on her chest suddenly emitted a faint glow, quickly enveloping An Yi.
In that instant, An Yi felt as if she had escaped a shackle that had bound her, and she became relaxed. It was as if she had been carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders, which was suddenly lifted by someone else.
A sense of indescribable exhilaration and relief spread throughout her body, making her feel as if she were ascending. She vaguely saw Ning Cheng—it was Ning Cheng who had removed that heavy burden, Ning Cheng who had restored her freedom.
