I don't know how much time has passed.
Wang Feng lay on the bed, his eyelids trembling slightly, the cold pain in his body making him feel uncomfortable.
"Are you awake?"
A cold, unfamiliar woman's voice reached her ears, and Wang Feng's eyes trembled as she gently opened them.
"Who are you?"
Wang Feng frowned. He had been unconscious for too long, and his vision was blurry for a moment, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Bingxian is also... Jiang Hanxi's mother..."
As Bingxian spoke, her voice softened slightly, and a hint of guilt crept into it.
"Phew~"
Wang Feng closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt the precious object beneath him, resembling a bed, nourishing his injured body.
"You're the so-called mother who abandoned her in the mortal realm and didn't care about her at all?"
Wang Feng spoke frankly, expressing his deep sympathy for Jiang Hanxi regarding this matter, and his tone became somewhat unfriendly.
"Um......"
Bingxian gave an apologetic "hmm," readily admitting to the matter without denying it.
"I am the third emperor of the Ice Palace. At that time, the path to immortality had already been opened, and I had no choice but to do so."
Bingxian explained why she abandoned Jiang Hanxi back then, her tone cold yet filled with guilt.
"So you arranged for her master too?"
"Um."
Wang Feng fell silent, no longer speaking, quietly gazing at the face beside him that bore a resemblance to Jiang Hanxi.
Where is her father?
Wang Feng suddenly became curious about this question, because he had never heard Jiang Hanxi mention her father before.
"He's dead. I killed him with my own hands."
Wang Feng: ? ? ?
Killing her husband to prove her enlightenment?
Bingxian sat on a chair to the side, observing Wang Feng's strange gaze, and continued softly:
"Don't look at me like that. He's the one who betrayed me, he deserves to die!"
"Alright, now that I've finished talking about my business, it's time to talk about yours."
Bingxian coldly shifted the topic to Wang Feng, seemingly unwilling to discuss Jiang Hanxi's father further.
"I've inquired around, and you seem to be Xi'er's husband in the mortal realm?"
Bingxian recalled Su Wan's words and the scene she described, and said something with some uncertainty in her voice.
"Me? Let me introduce myself."
"My name is Wang Feng. I was born on the Tiancang Continent and barely survived... In my life, I met Jiang Hanxi by chance and became her disciple."
"I have been to the Sword Sect and the Ice Palace. I had nine tragic relationships with Jiang Hanxi. In the end, I won her over with my gentleness and became her husband."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, a great calamity struck the Tiancang Continent in the lower realm. I died to protect her. It's that simple."
After saying that, Wang Feng tried to move his body and found that apart from some cold pain, there was nothing seriously wrong.
He was already used to these pains, so he simply endured them and sat up. After all, he had even experienced the tearing sensation that went deep into his soul.
Bingxian remained silent for a long time, pondering whether Wang Feng's words were true.
"Where is Jiang Hanxi? I need to see her."
Wang Feng interrupted Bingxian's thoughts and said directly that he wanted to see Jiang Hanxi, after all, she hadn't forgotten how Jiang Hanxi had gone crazy because of him.
"Her soul has been damaged, and she probably won't wake up for a while."
"Are you sure you want to go with all these injuries?"
Bingxian stared at the bloodstains on Wang Feng's abdomen. He hadn't changed out of his long white robe; he was healing his wounds through the clothes.
"Sure!"
"Just this little injury? Heh..."
After saying this, Wang Feng looked down at his injuries and then chuckled twice, seemingly puzzled.
As long as he doesn't die, any injury is... a minor injury to him!
"Okay, go change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside."
After speaking in a cold voice, Bingxian turned and left the cave, finally giving Wang Feng a chance to look around.
The surrounding area wasn't filled with houses, but rather with walls, and the rich, ethereal energy nourished his wounds.
Wang Feng discovered that cultivators in the Immortal Realm seemed to prefer living in caves, as it was easier to gather immortal energy in caves.
Wang Feng stared blankly for a while, then took out one of the few long white robes from his storage space and put them on.
These clothes are not worth anything fundamental.
So the system didn't convert all of his data to the source point; it kindly left him with two sets.
A moment later, Bingxian nodded as she looked at Wang Feng, who was dressed neatly, walking out of the cave, and raised her hand to wave.
Just when Wang Feng thought she would lead him to a cave, in a flash, the two arrived at a courtyard.
"Is Jiang Hanxi in here?"
Wang Feng looked at Bing Xian, who stood silently beside him, her demeanor and face icy cold, and asked her in confusion.
"Um."
Bingxian's expression didn't change much; she simply gave a faint "hmm" and walked towards the simple yet dignified house.
Creak~
The door was slowly pushed open, and Wang Feng, who was following behind Bing Xian, looked into the room.
The room was still as cold as ever... wait a minute!
Just when Wang Feng thought the room would be as deserted as ever, he suddenly realized that the room was not as he had imagined.
The first thing I saw was a large, somewhat old swallow-shaped kite hanging on the wall.
As Wang Feng slowly stepped in, his gaze began to glaze over.
On the table and on the cabinet, the children's toys were neatly arranged.
The room was filled with objects of various sizes, making what should have been a quiet and deserted place much more diverse.
But for Jiang Hanxi, the room was still as desolate as ever.
It was even more deserted than when these objects of varying sizes were not there, because... the most important thing was missing.
"This is the house where Jiang Hanxi lived when she came to the Immortal Realm."
"She seems to really like these little things that mortal children play with; don't touch them."
Bingxian stood beside Jiang Hanxi's bed, her gaze fixed on Jiang Hanxi lying quietly on the bed, while she spoke to Wang Feng.
She doesn't come to this place often because Jiang Hanxi dislikes her.
Ever since Jiang Hanxi's memories were sealed away, she has sealed this place with an array, prohibiting anyone from approaching.
Out of respect for Jiang Hanxi, she did not touch anything in the room, so she did not know the origin of these things.
"These are gifts I gave to her..."
Wang Feng walked to the bedside, his gaze fixed on the clay figurine and small rattle drum placed on the inside of the bedside table, and spoke in a somewhat muffled voice.
Wang Feng's gaze slowly shifted to Jiang Hanxi's beautiful, fairy-like face.
However, she looked somewhat sickly at the moment, her face pale.
Bingxian was taken aback by Wang Feng's words, seemingly not expecting that the well-preserved mortal item Jiang Hanxi had given her was a gift from him.
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