335. Zoos and Cemeteries

In the evening, after everyone was full and content, they all rested in their rooms, leaving me alone in the courtyard, looking at these urns of cremains. In our profession, people are particularly sensitive to Smoke Spirits. Even if they might not be seen at the moment, their presence can be felt.

Especially now, after three years of cultivating in the Kunlun Mountains Death Valley, where there was nothing but the howling wind and the murmuring streams. These conditions have made me even more imbued with Spiritual Energy. Moreover, my body has yet to recover, and I am at my weakest, which should theoretically be the time when it is easiest to communicate with spirits and traverse the path of Yin. Yet...

I sat there for a long while and did not sense a trace of a soul's essence.

My grandmother's urn was placed at the entrance of the hall, also without the slightest stir, but I knew in my heart...