Tantai Ling quietly walked behind little Tian and glanced at ye chen. Her eyes were filled with deep affection but she did not hesitate to transfer all her life force to little Tian.
Tantai Ling's figure gradually blurred and finally turned into an icy blue aura.
From the beginning to the end, she had been staring at ye chen with a beautiful smile on her face.
That year, she was a martial arts fanatic. She was crazy about martial arts until she met ye chen one day. It was only then that she changed a little. Ye Chen's shadow appeared in her heart. Later, she had little Tian. For more than a thousand years, she had felt very happy. She thought of her dead father, and two lines of tears fell down her cheeks.
So this was life, birth, aging, sickness, and death, sadness, joy, separation, and sorrow.
Tantai Ling looked at ye chen quietly. Although it had been more than a thousand years, it seemed so short when she looked back. However, she was already very satisfied.