Jiang Yuebai's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit. If her grandfather were still here, seeing her achievements today, he would definitely be very, very happy, right?
He would surely prepare a large table full of delicious food for her, sitting beside her, drinking wine with a radiant face, listening to her recount how she broke Zhuo Qingfeng's leg during the small competition.
Suddenly, Jiang Yuebai's nose turned sour, "Supreme Elder, if a person's soul is scattered, do they truly not have a chance for reincarnation?"
Wenn Miao looked at her. In the Immortal Cultivation World, some things aren't necessarily a complete dead end, but at this moment, she was too far away from that Heavenly Great Dao. Providing her with ethereal ideas would be better than encouraging her to let go early.
"Hmm, there is no chance. The deceased are gone. You must learn to let go."
