Before the voice had fully faded, a female cultivator with bright eyes and flowing long hair came speeding over, channeling her true essence.
She carried a long sword in hand, her steps light and graceful as a dancing immortal crane. Her dark red robe trimmed in yellow swayed in the wind as she ran, like evening clouds reflecting across the heavens.
Rushing all the way to Qing He's side, the female cultivator was about to speak again when her gaze fell upon the spirit niche in Qing He's hands.
"Hmm? This Nascent Soul... could it be... Grandfather's Nascent Soul? A Nascent Soul placed in a spirit niche means its consciousness has already dispersed. How could this have happened? Who killed Grandfather?!!"
As she spoke, she came to her senses and immediately wore an expression of grief and fury.
"On the path of cultivation, unless one reaches the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, death is unavoidable in the end! Who killed him is no longer important!"
Qing He suppressed her grief and spoke to the arriving female cultivator as calmly as she could.
Clearly, she had no intention of telling her about Ren Ze's enemies.
Su Shi'er stood silently to one side. Seeing through Qing He's thoughts at a glance, he said nothing further.
He was only secretly astonished. This female cultivator, whom Qing He called her granddaughter, was not weak in cultivation either—she was actually a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
Though she was only at the initial Nascent Soul Stage, her true age—or rather, her bone age—did not seem particularly great.
She was actually less than fifty years old!
How was that possible? Not yet fifty, yet already at the Nascent Soul Stage? Could she have been possessed by another soul?
But this little girl's aura was perfectly natural, with