Jing Jia weakly closed her eyes.
Her lips trembled slightly: "Alright, I'm too tired and need to sleep for a while. A ruo, while I'm not here, please take good care of the Xiangsi Tree."
A ruo's tears flowed like a fountain: "I will surely do so!"
Jing Jia made no further sound and fell into a deep slumber.
She was severely injured, and both her mind and Primordial Spirit needed self-recovery.
This would be a long process.
To prevent anyone from taking advantage of her weakness, Jing Jia set up a spell.
After she fell asleep, the Immortal Palace seemed as if it were frozen by nine feet of ice.
This place felt like spring in the past, but now, it was only covered in white snow.
A ruo didn't know how long she cried, and with red eyes, she came out of the hall.
She looked at the still brilliant Xiangsi Tree amidst the heavy snow.
Thinking of Jing Jia's husband and daughter in the mortal world, who were still waiting for her.
A ruo was heartbroken and sobbed uncontrollably.
