The overcast sky, much like Chen Pingping's heart, felt heavy, oppressive, and guilt-ridden...
In all his past years, he had never experienced such a feeling.
The sensation was unbearable, suffocating him.
An ancient town in a remote area, isolated from the rest of the world, had been like an earthly paradise. Its inhabitants lived a secluded, carefree life until his arrival brought slaughter.
After burying the plump aunt, Chen Pingping stood there, silent for a long time.
The Dean and Lan Xiuzhi behind him were also very quiet.
After a long while, he spoke, "A young man from the Purple Gold Divine Clan was here. His Dharma was majestic and his features handsome, enveloped as he was in golden Divine Brilliance. Beneath him, he rode a mount that was also magnificent, likely a Spiritual Beast."
