That was a woman. If not Qian Qianzi, then who could she be?
With a gentle wave of her water sleeves, the male stone statue shifted, touching the female statue.
The scene shattered there, the Divination Symbol dimming. It would not light up again until a year later, when it could be used once more.
Su He's consciousness lingered on the shadow of his ancestral Dao, motionless for a long while.
The female stone statue probably represented the Witch Lady mentioned by the man—Qian Qianzi's past life… or perhaps the life before that.
Su He, of course, recognized the body on the hall floor; it was him! Did these events unfold after the fairy took away his corpse?
Dao Rhythm is eternal, the True Spirit is indestructible...
The experiences of his past life's body were quite rich!
