Beings from the realm of suffering coming to this realm is simply impossible.,As Ginger Mountain's figure disappeared from view, Nan Fengchen stood there for a long time before muttering to himself: "He was right about one thing, I should really leave!",Looking at the Blood Vein Orb and the motionless soul of Wàng Lǎo within it, Nán Fēng Chén couldn't help but sigh, "Ancestor, it's time for us to go home."。