Magong Dongzi appeared to be only middle-aged, wearing an intricately carved kimono. Perhaps because she was now a Spiritual Body, there were no signs of aging on her complexion.
And such attire for a Spiritual Body didn't make the Magong Family look like they were short on money for buying a grave.
Another wealthy lady!
Beichuan Si took another glance at Magong Tong.
But at this moment, Magong Tong wasn't paying attention to Beichuan Si's gaze. She just looked up at Magong Dongzi, who was hovering about ten centimeters off the ground, her small mouth agape.
This really was Grandma Dongzi!
"Beichuan, how did you..." Magong Tong was somewhat disoriented. She kept looking at Magong Dongzi in front of her, with various emotions surging in her heart.
Reminiscence, nostalgia, sorrow...
She had vaguely felt Magong Dongzi's presence by her side ever since... from the very time of her death.
She was always with her, just as much when she herself was tormented by misfortune...