Several days after feeling Lian Yu's death, Wei Wuyin sat at the edge of his bed. There were three gorgeous women, two elves and one human, sleeping together. They even held each other in a comfortable cuddle.
Since that day, he has been growing steadily restless. The power he left inside Lian Yu transmitted some spiritual awareness of events, some thoughts, and details of her death. The issue that plagued his mind was quite specific.
He rose from his bed, walking out of his room with a wave of his hand, donning his signature white holy robes. After all this time, he had grown accustomed to wearing white. He still preferred black, however.
He entered a specific chamber within the temple, sealed and concealed by numerous spell formations that he'd erected personally. Within was a lifeless corpse, missing a heart, on an observation table. It was Lian Yu.