Sand Grandmother wanted to hold him, but her hands passed through Xiang Tianyu's body, holding nothing but air.
Indeed, her son had already died long ago.
The small body gradually grew cold.
She cried desperately, trying every means but failing to bring him back to life.
This time, what returned was her son's soul.
She used a little mana, held onto her son's soul, still the same as before, a small child.
Sand Grandmother cried out loud, tightly embracing him in her arms.
"Tianyu, mother has been thinking of you every day for the past thirty years, always looking for you. I have searched all over the underworld but could never find you!"
She was overwhelmed with grief, and the grievances and hardships of the past thirty years were released at this moment.
Chen Shi quietly left the room, leaving them, mother and son. At this point, it was best to let them express the pain of separation.
As he turned around, he saw Chen Tang standing outside.
