Outside the city, Tu Shanxue cradled the corpse of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom, descending slowly.
In the instant Tu Shanxue landed, the once perfectly preserved remains of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom began to wither and decay bit by bit, gradually turning to dust that merged entirely with the earth. Only the storage bracelet on her wrist fell into Tu Shanxue's hand.
Tu Shanxue stared blankly as her mother vanished into smoke before her eyes. Clutching the storage bracelet, she stood frozen in place, letting the wind in the valley gradually dry the trails of tears on her face.
It was only then that Shen Luo realized Tu Xue was the daughter of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom, the rightful heiress of Qingqiu, and that her true name was Tu Shanxue.
Conflicted and torn, he wanted to step forward and offer words of comfort, but for the moment, he didn't know how to begin.
To be met with such a sudden tragedy, no one could possibly accept it.
