Kong Ju said with emotion.

Han Dong'er's talent is not much inferior to that of her father Han Xi.

If she hadn't been so determined to die today, she might have had a chance to survive in the future.

But when he thought about the martial arts she was practicing, Kong Ju shook his head again and could only say "what a pity" three times in a row.

Huode Sect is located in Chixi Prefecture.

Since the family was exterminated more than 20 years ago, the place has become a ruin and overgrown with weeds.

The treasures that had not yet been looted had almost all been searched out by the endless stream of monks who came to hunt for treasures over the years.

It took about half a day.

It was almost sunset when Huangfu Wuqin brought Han Dong'er to the former site of Huode Sect.

The setting sun shone on this desolate site, and there was hardly a single person in sight.

After arriving at Huode Sect, Han Dong'er stepped into the mountain gate step by step, carrying her body that looked as old as an old woman, and disappeared into the darkness of the dilapidated building.

Huangfu Wuqin did not follow Han Dong'er in, but waited outside the ruined mountain gate, leaving the last time to Han Dong'er.

Although Huangfu Wuqin appears to be overbearing on a daily basis, she is also a woman with a delicate mind.

I know that Han Dong'er wants to be alone at this time.

Sitting facing the setting sun, Huangfu Wuqin's graceful figure stopped on the steps in front of the broken Huode Sect mountain gate. She looked at the direction where the setting sun was setting, holding up her little face, and silently calculated the time in her heart.

When the day Kong Ju mentioned was up, she would go to collect Han Dong'er's body.

Two hours after Huangfu Wuqin arrived at the ruins of Huode Sect.

Kong Ju, sweating profusely and panting heavily, followed the night and came to the outside of the Huode Zong ruins.

He did not delay for a moment and arrived two hours behind Huangfu Wuqin. One can imagine how much faster the latter was.

I didn't have time to wipe the sweat off my face.

According to Ge Xia's memory, Kong Ju entered the mountain from the side of Huode Sect.

He didn't dare go through the front door.

"If Junior Sister Huangfu sees this, she will definitely nag me again." Kong Ju shook his head and walked through the mountain gate that had been destroyed many years ago and entered the Huode Sect.

Without the protection of the formation, the Huode Sect could enter the mountain from all directions.

Kong Ju has the blessing of virtual vision, and the night does not affect his vision at all.

In addition, he had the memory of Ge Xia and Han Dong'er living in Huode Sect, so he roughly knew where Han Dong'er would go.

So it took less than half an hour to find Han Dong'er in the ruins.

She walked alone into the back mountain of the inner gate of Huode Sect and stepped into the courtyard where she grew up and lived.

She looked around along the way, even though she could no longer see the mountains, rivers, and remnants in the darkness.

But she had memories of every place here in her mind.

It was like going back many years to when she was still a child, before the Huode Sect was defeated.

She walked and stopped, and finally stopped in the middle of the courtyard. Han Dong'er followed her memory and dragged out a wooden horse from the corner.

She seemed to be tired. All her skills were gone and her body instantly looked a hundred years older. Such a simple movement made her gasp for air.

She simply stopped moving, and sat on the wooden horse with her withered body, swaying alone in the night.

The biting night wind still blew across his body in the courtyard, and he quietly waited for death to come.

Kong Ju, hiding in the darkness, was actually not far away from Han Dong'er, only ten feet away.

At such a close distance, with Han Dong'er's previous level of cultivation, she would have noticed him long ago.

But now she didn't notice anything unusual.

Kong Ju looked at Han Dong'er silently. The wooden horse she was sitting on was made for her by Ge Xia when she was young.

It is made of top-grade spiritual wood and was Han Donger’s favorite toy when she was young.

"Oh!" Time passed quickly. Kong Ju thought he had gotten rid of the influence of Ge Xia's memory, but when he saw this scene, he still felt mixed emotions.

But Kong Ju knew exactly what he was here for, and thought to himself, "We can't delay any longer. If we keep waiting, her last bit of life will be gone."

Returning the soul in one day is a secret method he performs.

At this distance, he could clearly sense the loss of life force in Han Dong'er's body.

Han Dong'er only has less than an hour left.

Thinking of this, Kong Ju suppressed his emotions and sacrificed the soul-calming bell.

Ding! A barely audible silver bell sounded in the darkness.

Ge Xia's soul was pulled by the soul-calming bell and injected into Xianyu Yanhe's body.

The powerful Palm-Born opened his eyes in the corpse, as if he had sensed where this place was. Even as ruthless as he was, a hint of pain flashed in his pupils.

Of course, the first thing he saw was Han Dong'er sitting on the wooden horse.

Although the latter has changed beyond all recognition.

Ge Xia recognized her identity at first sight, after all, she was the child he raised.

At this time, Kong Ju also released the control of the Soul-Calming Bell, looked at the figure standing in the yard, and said softly to Ge Xia: "Go!"

Ge Xia was silent. He did not stand up immediately, but glanced at Kong Ju and the soul-calming bell above his head.

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Kong Ju immediately understood and gently took off the soul-calming bell and put it into Ge Xia's arms.

Ge Xia nodded and used his spiritual power to change Xianyu Yanhe's clothing, which was full of Miao style, into a red robe.

Then he wiped it on his face.

The gloomy face of the corpse has turned into the appearance it had before Ge Xia's death, and the murderous look between his eyebrows is vividly lifelike.

At this point, Ge Xia slowly walked out of his hiding place under the gaze of Kong Ju and stepped towards Han Dong'er step by step.

He walked slowly, like an ordinary old man, walking out of his home to greet his granddaughter.

He did not conceal his footsteps, obviously intending to let Han Dong'er, whose cultivation had been completely destroyed, hear them.

The latter's body stiffened for a moment while sitting on the wooden horse, then he slowly turned around.

It was the first time that Kong Ju saw emotions overflowing from Han Dong'er's shriveled face.

"Old man, it turns out you are not dead."

Han Dong'er's voice sounded like that of an extremely old person.

"Hey!" Ge Xia smiled kindly. This old man would only smile when facing Han Dong'er. He didn't explain anything.

He did not ask any more questions because of Han Dong'er's current appearance. He seemed to have guessed what Han Dong'er had done the moment Kong Ju pulled her out of the Soul-Calming Bell.

"I saw my father." Han Dong'er seemed to have forgotten her current situation. She was like an ordinary girl facing her elders, recounting what she had seen and heard during the period after she separated from her elders.

Ge Xia listened silently and nodded slightly.

At this point, Kong Ju did not spy on the final reunion of the grandfather and grandson. He quietly left the courtyard and left the last time to them.

In the small courtyard, Han Dong'er and Ge Xia tacitly avoided the topic of why the former became like this.

He also seemed to have forgotten that Han Dong'er was dying.

Han Dong'er was like an ordinary girl, chattering non-stop to her grandfather, with a hint of happiness in her eyes.

Ge Xia agreed from time to time, and laughed heartily when talking about Han Dong'er's embarrassing childhood.

Time passes by unknowingly.

In the night wind, the light in Han Dong'er's eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and her voice became weaker and weaker.

His shriveled body was shaking even when he was sitting on the wooden horse.

Ge Xia gently lifted her up and rested her head on his back, just like Han Dong'er rode on his back to play when she was a child.

Even at this point, Han Dong'er kept talking, and in the end it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

Whoosh! The mountain wind picked up in the night, blowing Han Dong'er's white hair all over the ground.

Han Dong'er's last voice, as thin as a mosquito's whisper, also suddenly stopped.

She just leaned on Ge Xia's back, without making a sound.

This murderer, who once ambushed and killed many disciples of various sects and caused the bloodshed of countless cultivators in Wudong, was listed on the bounty list of various sects. He was the Soul-Snatching Sword Han Dong'er.

In the childhood courtyard where she grew up, the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Ge Xia just silently carried Han Dong'er's body, like a sculpture, half-crouching quietly in the courtyard. The evil spirit in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

(End of this chapter)