Seeing her difficulty, Ling Ye's little mind actually understood everything, and he even tried to comfort her with a smile.
As if aware of their feelings, the dying elder on the bed was very optimistic. She lay there firmly grasping Ling Ye's small hand, her cloudy eyes gazing at the ceiling with longing:
"I won't die, Ye, I will be with you in another form. You just have to think of me, and you can come to see me."
Halfway through those words, Su Mo couldn't quite fathom their meaning, and sat by the bedside for a while longer before leaving with Lu Chen.
In a room in another building, crowded with people, the woman with the center-parted long hair sat in the middle, her slender spiritual power surged into her brain, which she forcibly expelled and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Ling Fang quickly asked someone to bring water and paper for her: "What's the background of that group?"