Shi Qingxuan's expression changed slightly at his words, and she could not help asking, "Why?"
Nothing was more despairing than finding despair after hope.
"Qingxuan, if your mother has not yet been reincarnated, then even if she is in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, I can revive her. But if your mother has already been reincarnated, then I'm afraid your hopes will be dashed. So you need to prepare yourself for disappointment."
Xiao Xie looked into Shi Qingxuan's eyes and spoke with a serious expression.
Shi Qingxuan nodded firmly and replied earnestly, "Qingxuan understands. Xiao, please go ahead and try. Even if there is only the slightest hope, Qingxuan does not want to give up."
Seeing this, Xiao Xie nodded. "In that case, Qingxuan, take me to your mother's grave! To revive your mother, I will need her remains."
Shi Qingxuan was slightly stunned to hear this, but she still trusted Xiao Xie deeply. She led him toward Bi Xiuxin's grave.
Shi Zhixuan watched the retreating figures of Shi Qingxuan and Xiao Xie, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. He swayed as he rose to his feet and followed after them.
Bi Xiuxin's grave was not far from the Bamboo House. Its surroundings had also been swept spotless, without a single weed.
It was clear that Shi Qingxuan often came to Bi Xiuxin's grave to pay her respects.
"Open!"
Xiao Xie walked up to Bi Xiuxin's grave, formed his right hand into a blade, and slashed through the air.
Crack!
An invisible blade aura shot from Xiao Xie's hand and split Bi Xiuxin's grave in two, exposing the stark white bones within.
"Mother."
At the sight of the bones in the grave, a mist of tears instantly filled Shi Qingxuan's beautiful, autumn-water eyes.
Seeing this, Xiao Xie reached out