"In the third month of spring, the Yu Family hid a spell within a treasure bead and placed it inside the Green Crow. It was dug up by a servant and presented to the young master Cultivator. At that time, thunder fire emerged, houses collapsed, and the Cultivator passed away."
Li Yuanyun had grown up quite a bit, his black hair now tied up, appearing like a young man. He looked up at the half-charred wooden slip, feeling a surge of sourness in his eyes, and continued writing:
"There were many cries of sorrow among the common folk, every household dressed in mourning garments, thus realizing the viciousness and venom of the Yu Family's young master."
Li Jingtian was pregnant, leaning wearily on the table with her eyes half-closed. Chen Donghe had already returned to the mountains to take care of his wife. Under the setting sun, he took two oranges and began to peel them, the pale golden sunset casting pieces of golden light on the white robe of the middle-aged man.
