"Ah, Ah-Dao..."
Yao Sanniang's trembling hands reached out, trying to grasp something, but there was nothing to hold onto. It was all emptiness, not just the absence of a physical body but also the Dharma Image, both completely dissipated.
Yan Dao was the first to follow her, back when she was the manager of the Food Tower, and this fellow was the head chef assigned to her. For over a thousand years, they had been partners, and even when she was expelled, Yan Dao followed her without complaint or regret.
In terms of culinary expertise, Yan Dao, who possessed a stove Dharma Image, could be a head chef anywhere. She knew he followed her out of loyalty.
But she was too proud and arrogant to ever regard Yan Dao as anything more than a partner. As for taking him as a Dao companion, she would never consider it.
Yet now that Yan Dao was dead, she felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.
Dead...
Gone...
The Yan Dao who had followed her so faithfully was just gone.
"I will kill you!"
