Xiao Hua knew every detail of Zi Yan's death. Human beings possessed by the Devil Race had always had incomplete souls, making it difficult for them to enter reincarnation. What was more, Zi Yan had been dead for many years, unlike Zi Ye. How could Xiao Hua possibly bring Zi Yan back to life?
Helpless, Xiao Hua helped Sui Hong to her feet and said, "Ji Man, please rise. It is not that this Xiao refuses to help, but Zi Yan did not leave behind a physical body. He..."
Xiao Hua was just about to explain the truth when Jian Ji hurriedly sent him a voice transmission from beside him. Xiao Hua froze, then said with a bitter smile, "He may indeed have been a hero of Houtu Village, but this Xiao truly has no way to help..."
"True Person Xiao, you must have a way..." Sui Hong's body went limp, and she was about to kneel again. Looking at her head full of white hair and the wrinkles crowding her face, Xiao Hua could not help sighing inwardly. I remember giving her a Rejuvenation Pill back then. It has only been a few hundred years; she should not have aged so badly. Perhaps longing was like poisoned wine, wiping out her youth...
Xiao Hua still wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but suddenly, a holy rosy light shot into the sky from the eastern horizon. Then an aura, more magnificent than the previous rain and as overwhelming as a tsunami, surged forth and instantly drowned everyone.
And then, there was no then!
Amid the shifting light and shadows, the angel Zhang Jie fluttered seven layers of radiant feathers and descended above Houtu Village. Her already icy gaze now carried three parts more ruthlessness as it swept across