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The cold wind slowly blew away the ashes of Hanxue's relics. Chen Hao stood up and walked to the bridge railing. He calmly looked at the dark river under the bridge: Hanxue, wait for me for another ten hours. I will kill Zheng Hui and the others and come to reunite with you, never to be separated again! "Chen Hao." Chen Hao suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. He was so startled that he turned around and saw an old man wearing Hanfu, with white hair in a bun, holding a dead branch in his hand standing behind him. The old man looked like he was hundreds of years old, looking at him expressionlessly. Chen Hao pinched himself and felt pain. Old man: "You are not in the dream." Chen Hao: "Old man, who are you?" \TOld man: "I am the ancestor of Han Xue - Hyacinth."\T\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tChen Hao: "Are you always a human or an immortal?" \TThe old man shook his head: "I am an ancient wandering soul."\T\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \tChen Hao asked cautiously: "Tianzu, do you know where Han Xue's soul is? \T\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tOld man: "Hanxue is not dead, she is the fourth generation monarch of the ancient times, I brought her back to the ancient times. "\T\t\t\t\t\t\t\t --------------------\t\t \t\t\t\t