Ford had achieved such a high level in his cultivation that his body would never rot after death. Hence, his body was still preserved when they found him.

"Master! Master!" Darryl dashed to Ford's side and hugged the body in his arms; his eyes were red.

Darryl could feel the body's coldness. Ford's clothes had melted into his flesh after so many years—the clothes and flesh had merged to become one—which was a horrible sight for one to see.

"How could this be? Master, I'm sorry that I'm late. I'm so late..."

Darryl cried; his tears fell like rain.

The unspeakable anguish wrung Darryl's heart when he saw his master's miserable state of death.

Monica shuddered; her mind was blank.

Ford's body was covered with wounds. It showed how much pain the master had gone through before his tragic death.

"Darryl, don't be too sad." Monica comforted him gently, but she knew that it did not make things any better for Darryl. His eyes were red and swollen from the crying.

Darryl he