It turned out that she had such a magical power.
However, Master Su was not happy because of this.
She looked at the darkness of nothingness, and she still missed that man in her heart.
Ever since he died, he had given up on any thoughts of dual cultivation.
He focused on raising his cultivation and managing the clan at the same time.
1,500 years was like a snap of a finger, he still missed her when he closed his eyes.
However, she felt a little emotional and fearful. If he was still here, would this yearning be fulfilled?
...
...
To the south of Yanzhou was a vast ocean.
Across the sea was the next continent.
The silver-haired man sat by the sea.
Snow fell and the sea water lingered.
His hands were still holding her, but the person in his arms had already disappeared.
" Life and Death once every five hundred years, a wedding banquet once every five hundred years…"
The silver-haired man muttered.
His voice sounded bitter.
