After laughing and joking with Bai Zhi and Little Xuanji for a while, Su Mo looked at Granny Su Zhan. She met his gaze, her expression seeming to dim for an instant.
Su Mo turned toward the distant, boundless horizon. "Granny, has Senior Sister Rou'er been buried?"
Granny Su Zhan nodded gently.
"She has... that child Rou'er liked quiet places, so we buried her somewhere between the water and clouds."
"It's lovely there, with a faint fragrance of flowers drifting through the air."
"She'll like it..."
Rou'er had been the eldest senior sister in charge of the Ancestral Image World, and could also be considered Suzhan's disciple.
Of the many Immortal Lords of the Immortal Furnace, Suzhan was probably the most heartbroken over Rou'er's death.
Hearing Su Mo's exchange with Granny, Bai Zhi's eyes instantly reddened, and she slowly lowered her head.
Even Little Xuanji, who had only heard about Rou'er, could not help feeling sorrowful.
Su Mo forced a smile, seeming to think of something.
"That's good, that's good..."
If Senior Sister Rou'er's spirit lived on, she would see that he had done what he had promised her, wouldn't she?
He had fulfilled Senior Sister Rou'er's final request.
The chill drifted freely across the sky, seeming to swirl and sway with Su Mo's grief...
Su Mo looked toward the distant, boundless horizon and murmured, as though speaking to himself.
"I... don't like quiet places..."
Granny Su Zhan trembled violently at his words and lifted her head to stare blankly at him.
Bai Zhi gazed at Su Mo, her mouth open, frost gathering once more on her eyelashes...
Little Xuanji's small hands shook, and he slowly lowered his head.
He had said... he didn't like quiet places.
It seemed he was saying: don't bury me between the water and clouds...