When Old Man Feng had been sent into the formation back then, he had been said to be on the brink of death. In truth, he had only had his last breath left.
And Old Man Feng of those years, when all was said and done, had merely been an ordinary mortal.
One breath, once slightly disturbed, naturally scattered away.
When the formation was destroyed by Demonic Qi and little Feng Fei rushed over, only a skeleton remained within.
No matter how potent the Soul Returning Grass was, it could not bring a skeleton back to life.
By the time she reached this part of the story, little Feng Fei was already sobbing so hard she could barely speak.
Watching the little girl cry before him, Su Shi'er did not speak to comfort her. He merely remained silent at her side.
He understood the feeling of losing one's dearest family better than anyone.
He also knew that what she needed now was not comfort, but release.
For years, she had struggled alone, trembling with fear, treading on thin ice. Even after the hope in her heart had shattered, she had not dared relax in the slightest.
Only now, before Su Shi'er, truly feeling at ease, could she let down her guard and have a good cry.
After a long while, Feng Fei wiped away the tears at the corners of her reddened eyes.
When she looked up again, it was as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She visibly seemed much more relaxed.
Only then did Su Shi'er offer a few words of comfort.
The little girl then continued her account.
Her journey to Muyun Prefecture had allowed her to gather her grandfather's remains, but it had also caused her to be targeted by a Devil