She was, after all, a woman in her thirties.
"Living Buddha!"
That evening, she dressed up specially, bathed, and lit incense. Kneeling before Xu Lei, she tied up her hair, licked her lips, and said in a seductive voice, "Tonight, let Ling'er serve you well!
Before Ling'er gets too old!"
Xu Lei said nothing, simply accepting Shen Ling'er's service.
But unexpectedly, three days later, Xu Lei suddenly heard news that Zhi Jian was about to pass away.
Xu Lei went to see him.
"Martial Uncle, thank you!"
Zhi Jian grasped Xu Lei's hand. "Martial Uncle, tell me, if I…"
His words stopped abruptly, and his hand fell.
Xu Lei said nothing, but he understood what Zhi Jian had left unsaid. He was likely wondering what would have happened if he hadn't chosen to give up his Cultivation back then.
But there are no 'what ifs' in life.
「A dozen or so days later.」
Xu Lei returned to the hometown of his current life.
Zhi Jian's death had made Xu Lei think of his own parents.
