The beauty had departed, her body slowly growing cold.
A cold wind seemed to enter the building, stirring the white hair of parting that covered Su Mo's head...
The Senior Sister who loved quiet but had put on the air of an adult for the Immortal Furnace lay silently on the bed, her eyes closed, never to speak again.
Until her death, the people she spoke of most were still her junior brothers and sisters in the sect.
As for herself, there had only been that one sentence...
...Junior Brother, I'm so scared.
Dying was the most terrifying and helpless thing in the world.
Everyone in the world would eventually depart. Even Su Mo, with his long lifespan, still could not escape.
Su Mo had died several times. He understood clearly the fear and helplessness of facing death.
Yet the people of this world...
Seemed to discover this only at the very end.
Su Mo stared blankly at Rou'er, dead upon the bed, his expression calm and numb.
It seemed that after experiencing so much, it no longer hurt as badly.
Yet it also seemed that no one beside him had died for so long that he had already forgotten the bloody cruelty of losing someone near him.
He was clearly used to it, yet it still hurt.
She was clearly someone he had only just met, yet he still grieved.
Yes, getting to know someone did not take much time.
Forgetting them did...
But the Soul Incense of every person who died would be etched upon Su Mo's Divine Soul, leaving him unable to forget.
Things in this world never quite went as one wished.
That vision of "peace and joy" was merely Su Mo's own small, one-sided hope.
Peace and joy seemed the most commonplace things in the