At this point, a trace of reminiscence surfaced in Murong Wanwan's eyes. With a faint sigh, she said, "Without an immortal root, one cannot step onto the Immortal Path."
"The only way to increase the chance of obtaining an immortal root..."
"is for a mortal to marry an immortal who possesses an immortal root!"
"The children born of the two would have a considerable chance of perhaps possessing an immortal root as well."
"After learning of this method, I begged and pleaded..."
"Only then did that immortal relent!"
"As for Ping An's wives, I have no idea what method that immortal used to make them agree."
"Once Ping An's children were born, they could not wait to leave."
"The purpose of faking their deaths was likely to sever this worldly bond as well."
"My poor child, Ping An, suffered so many years of grievance for nothing."
As she spoke, pity rose in Murong Wanwan's heart, and tears unknowingly welled up in her eyes.
Finally, Murong Wanwan added, "After that, my fate with that immortal was severed for good!"
"I never saw him again!"
"You damned old man, do you understand now why I kept it from you?"
"I had originally planned to take this secret into the coffin with me."
"You're dying, and you still won't let me have any peace."
Upon hearing this, a trace of relief appeared in Cheng Fan's clouded eyes as he lay on the bed.
Of course, he still felt that something was not quite right.
But when he saw his old companion with tears in her eyes, he did not continue digging to the bottom of it.
After all, he now understood the general outline of what had happened.
And though it differed somewhat from his guesses, it was not far off.
Then, Cheng