While the two watched the child, they failed to notice the balls of light above their heads suddenly drop, landing directly on Pinggong and his wife.
The next second, white light enveloped them. Before either could cry out, they suddenly noticed the other's body changing.
Their completely white hair slowly began turning black from the roots. Their wrinkled skin gradually smoothed, even becoming fair and supple, and their aged faces slowly grew youthful, as though they had returned to their twenties or thirties.
The miraculous sight left Pinggong and his wife dumbfounded. Such divine means did far more than protect them from illness and misfortune-they practically gave them another lifetime.
At that thought, their reverence and gratitude toward Ye Feng deepened, and they bowed deeply in the direction he had gone.
Meanwhile, as Ye Feng walked through the Capital, a smile involuntarily touched his lips. In quite good spirits, he wandered its streets and alleys, taking in the different atmosphere.
A year and a half later, Xiao Ling's parents finally could hold on no longer, and both passed away one night.
Xiao Ling only discovered something was wrong the following day. She cried her heart out. She was the only one left in this world.
Just then, a hand landed on Xiao Ling's shoulder. She froze for a moment, then immediately dodged aside, her expression full of wariness.
But when he saw whose hand it was, she froze again. It was the person she had longed for day and night, someone she could only possibly see again after she died-Ye Feng.
Disbelief filled Xiao Ling's eyes. Then huge tears streamed down her cheeks as decades of longing came pouring out all at once.
Unable to control herself any longer, Xiao Ling flung herself into his arms and broke into loud