"She has no will to live? How could that be?"
Ren Lingrong's delicate body trembled. Her first reaction was disbelief.
"Back then, your grandfather Ren Ze sought medicine for your grandmother. He did not hesitate to abandon himself and venture into the Hundred Thousand Mines of Bi Yun Xuan. After countless twists and turns, he ultimately met the end of body and soul extinguished."
"Your grandmother's injuries were one matter. Another was that she had fallen ill from longing for your grandfather. Now that your grandfather's body and soul have perished, she too has abandoned all hope of survival, causing her injuries to worsen rapidly."
"It is said that in the mortal world, there is a bird as famous as the paired-wing bird. Each has one wing and one eye; only by finding each other can they fly. If one dies, the other will absolutely not live alone. Your grandfather and grandmother shared a love as deep as husband and wife could share, comparable to the paired-wing birds in the heavens."
"Even if this old man forcibly intervened and saved her now, I fear there would be no happiness or joy left in her life."
Su Shi'er explained calmly.
His divine sense swept over her, and Qing He's condition before his eyes was as clear to him as the palm of his hand.
As the saying went, wounds upon the body could still be treated, but wounds and sickness within the heart were beyond the healing of medicine and stone.
In his heart, he could not help but sigh deeply over the feelings between Qing He and Ren Ze.
The road of immortality was long and lonely. Along the way, he had experienced much. Most cultivators were selfish people who would rather a fellow Daoist die than themselves. Cultivators as