Xie Jingjing lay on the bed, her complexion almost indistinguishable from that of a corpse, the only proof she was still alive was the barely detectable breath through her nose.
On the other side, lay the corpse of Old Xie, who had half his body blown apart.
Upon seeing her two most important loved ones, one dead and the other injured, Auntie Pang couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow and started to sob softly.
Xue An walked to the bedside and silently looked at Xie Jingjing.
Three years had passed.
The girl had fully grown up.
Not only had her appearance matured, but her cultivation level was also praised by many.
Even Xue An had just heard that she had won the crown at a competition for young cultivators last year.
Yet, this girl who had found her life's goal, had recklessly confronted a deity upon hearing her own death news.
This act, foolish as it might be called, left Xue An somewhat at a loss for words.
Finally, he sighed softly and murmured, "What a foolish girl!"
