Jian Gongyou died with his eyes wide open.
Yu Linglong was also in a complex mood, beyond words.
"Bury him, don't continue dissecting him. Let him depart with some dignity."
As Yu Linglong's words fell, she saw Ji Changsheng already skillfully draining Jian Gongyou's essence blood, devouring Jian Gongyou's flesh and skin, and integrating Jian Gongyou´s bones into his White Bone Daoist Palace.
The Jade Sword gave a clear chirp, reflecting Yu Linglong's increasingly complicated sentiments.
"...Can't you behave like a human being?"
Ji Changsheng just smiled and said: "Fairy Linglong, you don't understand. Showing mercy to your enemy is cruel to yourself. What if he is not completely dead?"
In the invisible world, Yu Linglong secretly rolled her eyes. "He's definitely dead now. You've absorbed his three souls and seven spirits, not even Dìqí, Empress Hou Tu, could revive him."