Murong Huai hadn't expected all of them to become gods today. A moment later, he moved his divine sense and appeared in Spirit City.
The instant Murong Zhige saw Murong Huai, his body trembled. "Huai'er, you..."
"Great-Grandfather, I'm back. I'm sorry for making you worry." Murong Huai stepped forward and bowed to Murong Zhige.
"Good, good! I knew you wouldn't just die like that. You're back—that's all that matters. You're back!" Murong Zhige's eyes glistened with tears.
"Brother Murong..."
Just then, a voice rang out. Murong Huai turned around and saw Bibi Dong walking through the air toward him, tears filling her eyes. She had thought it was only wishful thinking, and her body trembled faintly.
"Dong'er."
His voice was exactly as it had been three years ago, slightly hoarse, as though the power of time and space still surged within it. When it reached Bibi Dong's ears, she couldn't move a single step. Tears fell onto her skirt, leaving a small damp patch. She had thought she'd cried herself dry during her repeated attempts to pass through the cycle of reincarnation.
Murong Huai opened his arms. His steps were unhurried, yet he appeared before Bibi Dong in an instant. He said softly, "Dong'er, I'm back."
"Waaah..."
Hearing those words, Bibi Dong could no longer hold back. She threw herself into his arms, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Her cold fingertips clutched his clothes so tightly, as if trying to reclaim all the warmth she'd missed over the past three years. She could feel the warm beat of his heart and smell the familiar scent of cedar in his hair.
"Brother Murong, I've waited so long for you," she murmured against his chest. Murong Huai tightened his arms around her and nuzzled the crown of her head. They held each other