After hearing it all, Si Shuo loosened his grip, seeming to age ten years in an instant.
Jiang Ling's face turned as pale as paper, and a buzzing filled her mind.
The Immortal Realm more than a hundred thousand years ago and the Mortal World before her were equally nauseating.
Back then, the Immortal Realm had sacrificed Jiang Ling's father for the greater good.
Now, mortals had sacrificed the child Jiang Ling had loved as her own for power.
So whether they were Immortals who commanded the laws or mortals struggling in the mire...
From beginning to end, there was not the slightest difference between them anywhere beneath heaven!
"Ha ha..."
"Hahahahaha!!!!"
She laughed, yet tears fell-an Immortal King's tears.
If only they still had their cultivation.
With her and Si Shuo's strength, even a little casual guidance would have given Ran'er an endless lifespan, letting him escape the birth, aging, sickness, and death of mortal life and become a carefree cultivator!
Even if the sky collapsed, the two of them, his elders, would have held it up for him!
Yet the boy they had raised with their own hands had been burned to death in this mortal world by a pack of ants!
How tragic! How bitterly ironic!
That young man who always smiled as he handed them washed peaches, that foolish boy who had said he would pacify the troubled world and return to retire in the peach grove...
He was simply gone.
"Let's go."
Jiang Ling's laughter stopped abruptly.
She drew the short blade at her waist and said coldly, "To the capital."
Si Shuo wasted no words.
"All right. I'll go with you."
The two white-haired elders walked, one behind the other, toward the capital that was reveling in celebration.
The capital, the imperial palace.