On the Spirit Boat, Mengli held Ye Mo, her gaze fixed solely on him, ignoring everything else around them. This scene provoked Nanli Feng's anger; here she was, ignoring a very much alive man and instead focusing on a dead one—a dead one who was nothing more than an ant whose Soul Body was shattered by a Soul Beast of the Black Mist Mountain Range.
"Miss, once dead, one cannot return to life. I suggest you accept this and find a place to cremate him. Crying here won't help you."
Nanli Feng continued speaking.
"He is not dead, I am waiting for him to wake up."
Li Mengli shook her head, her face softening as she looked at Ye Mo.
"Miss, when a Soul Body shatters, it means death. Don't you understand? What's the point of crying over a dead man? Even if you cried for a hundred years, he would not awaken."
Nanli Feng went on, "Besides, a man like him isn't worthy of such a beautiful woman like you shedding tears. Lift your head, and you'll see men a hundred times better than him."
