Late December, Jiang City.
Heavy snow fell thick and fast, with no sign of letting up.
The thick snow piled heavily on the bare pomegranate branches, on the gray-tiled roof and courtyard walls, and over that miniature landscape that had gone untended for so long.
Beneath the gray-brown pomegranate tree, Jiang Xinyue's usual reclining chair still sat in its place.
There seemed to be someone on the chair, but that person had long since been buried beneath the snowflakes, becoming a small snow mound.
Just then, a brilliant azure light flashed and vanished.
In the next moment, a graceful figure dressed in the fiery-red Flowing Immortal Dress appeared abruptly in the little courtyard.
When Jiang Wantang appeared, the "snowman" on the reclining chair seemed to stir, but made no further movement.
She lowered her slender phoenix eyes, her expression complicated as she gazed at her daughter on the chair.
She could feel the desolation in her daughter's heart...
So much so that, despite clearly knowing someone else had appeared beside her, a grandmaster—
Jiang Xinyue was too lazy not only to get up and take a look, but even to instinctively probe with her mental power.
"Alas..."
A long sigh echoed through the silent little courtyard.
Jiang Xinyue, whose entire body was "buried" in the snow, visibly trembled!
That voice...
So familiar...
Whoosh!
She suddenly sat up, shaking the snow from her head.
Jiang Xinyue widened her eyes and stared fixedly at Jiang Wantang's incomparably familiar face.
She saw clearly. It really was her, not an illusion.
In the next moment, the bewilderment faded from her face, and her tears burst their banks.
"Mom—!"
She threw herself into Jiang Wantang's arms and wailed like a child who had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.
Her voice was hoarse