Li Yuexiang knelt in front, sobbing inconsolably, while Li Xijun stood in the courtyard, the Han Lin at his waist silently emitting light. His eyes were slightly red as his gaze circled the scattered Shattered Jade on the ground.
Li Xijun's mind was flooded with a stream of thoughts, passing through one by one, and what appeared before him was the elderly face of Li Xuanxuan.
The flickering lights in the ancestral hall and Li Yuexiang's gentle sobbing were accompanied by a light breeze. Li Xijun revealed an incredibly complex expression, took a step back, turned, and left the ancestral hall as the rain pit-pattered, gathering into a stream by his feet.
Li Xijun first rose on the wind, landing before the Pill Pavilion, hands folded in his sleeves, stepping up the stone stairs.
