"My cultivation is gone, I am no different from an ordinary person. It seems that this mortal world, I have to tread upon once again!",A woman in her thirties, with a red complexion, rushed in carrying a boy of about five years old. Her face was full of anxiety.,To outsiders, the child's symptoms seemed just like a common cold, but in Lin Yun's eyes, a dark cloud hung over the child's head.。