"I heard that Emperor Tian repented for three hundred years in the reincarnation disk," Xu Hui came over and handed a cup of tea to Su Ming, "Senior Sister Bai Feng said that Daochen Sect has abolished the old rules and no longer interferes in the affairs of various clans."
Fang Canglan chuckled: "The hexagram shows that the world of Sangxiang will be stable for thousands of years. But..." She looked at Su Ming, with a sly look in her eyes, "There will be a small disturbance in a hundred years, and we will have to rely on our Su Ming to take action."
Yu Xuan sat on the other side of Su Ming and ran her fingertips through his hair: "The power of the life-destroying seed has merged with the sea of stars, and Xuan Burial can no longer be resurrected. From now on, we can always stay here."
Su Ming held the three people's hands and felt the warmth in his palms. The broken mirror hung under the eaves of the bamboo house, swaying gently in the wind, reflecting four smiling faces. He thought of those who were struggling in reincarnation
