The pain of separation between mother and son made her increasingly haggard.

Now when she saw Ye Feng again, she didn't care about her demeanor at all, rushed straight up and hugged Ye Feng.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I've worried you."

Ye Feng said, opened his eyes and glanced at Xia Wanqiu quietly, then withdrew his gaze.

"I'm not really dreaming, you're really back."

Xia Wanqiu murmured.

"Mother, I have found a way to travel back and forth between the upper and lower realms. If I have the chance in the future, I will come back." Ye Feng comforted.

"well!"

Xia Wanqiu cried with joy and grabbed Ye Feng's hand tightly.

"Have you seen Ziwei? That child is so sensible. He is still so young, but he seems to know everything and knows to comfort us."

"I've seen it." Ye Feng's heart was filled with emotion.

On that day, Ye Feng left his own cultivation method to Xia Wanqiu and returned.

He opened his eyes and found that he was still meditating in the yard.

The bright moon is still above my head.

The Ziwei Sword is still on the side.

When Su Rou saw him come back, her sword body trembled with excitement.

However, before she could ask, Ye Feng suddenly covered his heart.

"puff!!"

Blood spurted out.

The Ziwei Sword was stained with blood, and a tragic cry sounded instantly!
Chapter completed!