The karma fire extinguished, sin cleansed, the century-old curse of the Si family's lineage will finally meet its end.
Within the ancestral graves on Si family's land, countless souls as if breaking free from long-imprisoned shackles, fall into the sky like specks of stars.
Streams of Spiritual Energy quietly emerge from within the Clan Protection Array, and the Holy Flower, which has not bloomed in a hundred years, blossoms overnight in the snowy night.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
A colorful bird, from some unknown corner, flies out, its cheerful and clear chirping sound landing on the dome of Si Qing's old home.
The Old Clan Chief lies prostrate on the ground, tears streaming down his face in prolonged excitement.
At last, he could meet the Holy Maiden without regrets.
