The scholar who arrived with a fresh set of green robes was Su Zimo who had escaped here.
The attention of the hundred Nascent Souls were drawn over immediately.
The old lady could not see what was going on outside and merely hugged the child tightly in her embrace.
"You're finally willing to show yourself, little beast?"
Many Nascent Souls stood in midair and looked down at the mansion not far away, sneering in mockery.
Su Zimo had an indifferent expression and walked down the stone steps into the courtyard. He gazed silently at the old man beneath the peach blossom tree with a deep sorrow in his eyes.
The old man's eyes were closed and he had a peaceful expression, as though he was in a deep sleep.
The furnace made of red clay burned and flickered.
There was a bowl of wine remaining above that was still warm.
