Humm.

A tiny disturbance undulated from Chi Wuxia’s body and rebuffed the fire origin prime’s blow. Dressed in a black silk dress, the Nirvana princess walked out of the chaos.

“Mother.” Thick sorrow brimmed in Chi Wuxia’s eyes. He still couldn’t move, but breaking through was the furthest thing from his grief-stricken mind.

“Silly child, continue doing what you should be doing.” The princess stroked Chi Wuxia’s hair that had turned the purest of black. “How could I possibly bear to let your father die? I surreptitiously lit a soul lamp for him when we met, he just has no idea about it.”

She smiled as Chi Wuxia’s eyes lit up. Turning away from her son, she drew herself up straight...