The other side of the shore raised his head slightly and quietly looked at the Soul Chant. A hint of pity flashed in his eyes, but he still quickly walked forward. He commanded Feng Moqing and Jiang Wei to continue digging Jia Ru's tomb, while the Soul Chant quietly watched the movements of the people on the other side of the shore while guarding the tombstone.
"Jia'er, wait for me. This time, it's your turn to wait for me, okay?" he muttered. When he saw the coffin buried in the ground gradually reveal its original appearance, a hint of joy flashed through his soul's eyes. When he saw the familiar figure, he finally couldn't help but rush up to hug her.
The moment he passed through Jiaruo's body, the soul suddenly froze in place. After a long while, he shook his head with a wry smile. "
