His spotless white robe was stained with crimson blood, a somewhat jarring sight.
His long, snow-white hair swayed, reflecting an indescribable weariness of the ages...
The strange book behind him flickered with an eerie, transcendent glow, as though it were not something of this world.
The Book of Life and Death drifted, cold and indifferent.
It was like a lofty, aloof existence beyond the world.
Su Mo wore a calm, strained smile. He knew that what his fellow disciples needed most at this moment was to steady their hearts.
With Senior Sister dead, he alone could take up this heavy burden.
Senior Sister had been right. The Immortal Furnace Ancestral Courtyard needed a pillar of strength now. Though he had only just arrived, he was the personal disciple of many Immortal Lords, and only he could serve as that pillar.
Just as she had liked quiet, yet presented herself before her many junior brothers as someone who could attend to everything.
It seemed people were born unable to be themselves...
Su Mo raised his head and looked at the snow that had begun drifting outside at some unknown point, murmuring softly.
"Was it snowing again?"
It was snowing again.
Just like that year.
In Su Mo's long memory, every snowfall... had been an ill omen!
Seeing Su Mo like this, his many senior brothers and sisters all felt their eyes redden. "Little Junior Brother..."
"Senior Brother..." Bai Zhi stared blankly at Su Mo.
She had known Su Mo for half a year, yet she had never seen him like this.
Su Mo smiled faintly, his smile seeming to carry profound exhaustion.
Throughout his life, even with his extraordinary talent and rapid advancement, he seemed never able to keep pace with those unforeseen changes.
"Senior brothers and sisters..." Su Mo looked