Yi Chen sighed softly in his heart and pushed the urn of ashes and the note towards Piao Xue Shitai.
Gazing at the urn of ashes in front of her, the beautiful nun's eyes filled with a mist of tears, and her delicate hands trembled slightly.
"Wait here for a moment,"
Piao Xue Shitai left behind these words and took the urn of ashes inside.
After a while, from within the beaded curtains, a sorrowful and clear female voice could be heard.
"Come in, light a stick of incense for your master,"
Yi Chen lifted the curtain and entered, passing through a corridor before arriving at a quiet little room.
By this time, Piao Xue Shitai had shed her nun's habit and was dressed in plain white clothes. Her eyes were red, obviously having wept bitterly not long before.
In the center of the room, there was a black spiritual tablet with Bai Yunzi's name written on it. In front of the tablet was an incense burner filled with ash, clearly having been worshipped for some time.
