Spiritual Mountains, surrounded by mist.
Disciples passing by in a hurry noticed the four people frozen in midair, baffled and looked over at them.
As Zhao Huai looked at Yu Qinghan's face, he only felt dizzy and disoriented.
She was really in the Limitless Immortal Sect, really there.
If he remembers correctly, the plum-embroidered gown she was wearing was the one he had bought for her in Jinzhou's Huachun Room. Now that she was wearing it, it was perfect.
Meanwhile, after the shock in Yu Qinghan's eyes passed, she came to her senses, her lips parted, trying to speak several times but couldn't say anything.
After carefully observing, she confirmed that this was the real Zhao Huai, not an illusion or a dream.
Her husband was not dead!
He was still alive and well!
She could not be mistaken.
It was this gentle face that looked somewhat foolish when he was serious.