Marriage Certificate

Jiang Hao sat in the chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

In the demonic sect, he just wanted to survive, and ordinary people outside also simply wanted to survive.

In a certain sense, they were all the same.

All struggling in their own way.

"Did she die from the cold?" he asked.

"No." The spirit beast shook its head. "She was afflicted with an incurable illness and had no chance. Even if she went to another place, she wouldn't have survived this winter."

Jiang Hao nodded and didn't say much.

Life, old age, sickness, and death were experiences everyone had to go through.

It all depended on how they faced it. Some people succumbed to depression and ended their lives. Others had brief moments of glory, and yet others left a lasting legacy.

Peace and harmony were a luxury.

"What about Zhao Qingxue?" Jiang Hao asked.

"That tomb didn't show any respect for the great demon."

Jiang Hao understood.