Ye Qianning found it all mystical and fantastical. Her own situation was already bizarre enough, so she was inclined to believe the old Taoist. "If that's the case, why can't I just send a message?"
"Little one, your body has perished. Delivering a message for the dead violates the laws of heaven. It cannot be done."
Ye Qianning had too many people she couldn't let go of. Ten years... that was truly too long for her. Her great-grandfather was already very old, his vitality faint; she feared he couldn't wait another ten years.
"I'm begging you," she suddenly said.
The old Taoist froze, stunned. "Little one, what did you say?"
"Please, I'm begging you. Help me." Ye Qianning's eyes stung, and she looked at him with misty-eyed pupils.
The old Taoist was caught off guard by the little girl's sudden seriousness and the way she looked like she would burst into tears at any second. He was at a complete loss. 'Tsk, this is heartbreaking to watch.'
