"Sob sob, so Mother died that miserably back then."
After listening to that piece of Jade Hand Poison Master's recollection, the Little Cauldron Spirit revealed its form, looking very sad. It didn't say anything out loud, but it had always been puzzled in its heart—why did Mother abandon it and just leave back then.
"Cauldron Spirit, don't be sad. Believe me, I'll definitely work hard to gather the remaining cauldron fragments, and fulfill the unfinished wishes of Jade Hand Poison Master, Jiu Provinces Cauldron Spirit, and Senior Hong Meng Fang Immortal."
Ye Lingyue comforted the Little Cauldron Spirit.
In her heart, she secretly made up her mind.
Everything has cause and effect. Without Hong Meng Fang Immortal and Jade Hand Poison Master, there would be no Ye Lingyue of today.
