Black Mountain City.
Inside the Spirit Hall of the Xie Family.
Xie Bridge looked at Jixia in front of him.
As if looking at someone from the past, from bygone years.
At this moment,
No matter how he tried to think, he couldn't not believe.
"Even though I wasn't in Black Mountain back then, I heard you were buried in that 'Bronze Hall', dragging the Demon Hunter General 'Dragon-slaying Marquis' and two Daoist Level Masters with you, all trapped in the Celestial Abyss."
"They say that battle frightened the State Lord Lan Jingyi so much that he fled north in panic, and for decades, he has never mentioned Wutong Prefecture, making your past events a taboo, erased from records and history."
"What exactly happened back then, why did you...?"
Xie Bridge was greatly shocked, stepping forward to stand before the coffin of Xie Qiaoxuan, facing this 'non-family cousin' who seemed to have returned from the 'gaps of history', full of questions to ask.
No wonder!
