Li Fuguang called out "Mom" several times in succession.
It was as though he wanted his mother to hear him make up for all sixteen missing years.
Although I had never spoken to him before, my first impression was that he was cold and aloof.
But now, he was like a child who had been lost for a long time and had finally reunited with his mother.
The Female Ghost hugged him tightly too. Who could have imagined that their once happy family would end up shattered, its members dead, and that this was how they would meet again?
This was no happy ending. It merely fulfilled two lingering obsessions.
"Tang Wanhe, your child is already grown. His past and present lives are entangled in countless strands of karma, and he still has his own path to walk."
"But your path has ended. It ended long ago," Seventh Master urged. "Your Heavenly Soul and Earth Soul have been wandering the Underworld all this time. You're a wandering ghost now. If you don't go on to be reborn, you'll lose that chance forever."
"Go. You've found your son."
The yin energy in the room suddenly began fading at a perceptible speed.
The Female Ghost's figure grew increasingly indistinct as well.
She raised her right hand and stroked Li Fuguang's head, using her last remaining moments to comfort her son.
Soon, she vanished. With nothing to support him, Li Fuguang fell headfirst onto the floor and called out "Mom" once more.
Ultimately, this whole family had suffered terribly. Leaving aside Li Fuguang's past life, he too had suffered terribly, even pitifully.
I had only interacted with his father and maternal grandmother. Although our encounters had been brief, I could tell that they loved Li Fuguang dearly. His other relatives were kind people