Zheng Jingshu looked at the head of Zheng Tong before her, her expression growing increasingly grim.
Though she disliked Zheng Tong's preachings and was often annoyed by his presumptions, he was still an elder of her clan.
He was a relative who had watched her grow up since she was a child, her mentor in cultivation, and the person who had silently supported her and her sister over the years.
When the young girl saw his head returned to Ming Mountain Sect in such a bloody and mangled state, her recent impatience and disgust towards Zheng Tong seemed to dissipate all at once.
Her mind suddenly recalled the great changes in the world, when the spiritual essence surged, countless common disciples of the Ming Mountain Sect rose up, and bursts of bloodshed erupted on the mountain. It was he who had stood in front of her and her sister, shielding the still youthful them from the harshness of the world.
