"Why are you here?" Dao Hua looked delighted to see Su Mo.
"I heard you fought a great battle with people from outside, so I came to have a look."
Hearing this, Dao Hua was immediately deeply touched, but then he remembered how no radiance of inheritance had shone from Gu Yu when they parted inside the Ghost Gate, and how he had waited outside the Divine Realm without ever seeing Su Mo or Gu Yu emerge. Somewhat worried, he immediately asked, "Gu Yu, she..."
"We both made it out!" Su Mo smiled.
"That's good, that's good." Dao Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Mo turned and saw the old woman beside Dao Hua. He immediately bowed to her. "This junior, Su Mo, greets you, Senior."
The old woman gave Su Mo a curious look and nodded slightly. "You are Mo Shangao's seventh disciple?"
"My master is indeed the Dean!" Su Mo replied respectfully.
The old woman nodded and took another careful look at Su Mo, seemingly discerning the problem with his Divine Soul.
"You're dying!" the old woman said bluntly.
Dao Hua's expression changed, and he abruptly turned to Su Mo.
Su Mo remained calm, as though the old woman's words had not surprised him at all.
Yet the sorrow suppressed in his heart seemed to stir again at her words.
Master Hui Kong, standing nearby, glanced at the white-robed, white-haired Su Mo and sighed deeply... all phenomena were illusions; life and death were beyond human control.
"The young master won't die!" The little girl looked up at the old woman and said earnestly.
"Oh? Is that so?" The old woman looked down at the little girl clutching the hem of Su Mo's robe.
The little girl met the old woman's gaze, her expression stubborn.
Dao Hua stared