In the swaddling clothes, the baby's eyelids were tightly shut, mouth closed, silent as if a stillborn.
Luo Chen took the swaddling clothes, not looking at the child at first, but at the old woman.
"Su Er, how old are you this year?"
Su Er hunching over, "Disciple is two hundred and seventy-one years old this year."
With just one glance, Luo Chen saw through the pain she was experiencing, nodded, "You've done well, go now, hope in your next life you can still be a disciple of the Luo Tian Sect."
Luo Chen pointed, a trace of green light entered Su Er's body.
The physical anguish that tortured her for two years, dissipated instantly after the green light entered her body.
Su Er felt her entire body relax, as if returning to her youthful days, full of vitality.
If she were to die in such a state, perhaps the path to the Netherworld would be smoother?
Su Er thought.
In her ears, came Luo Chen's calm words.
"What happened today must not be told to anyone."
