"The he family has been living in the village for thousands of years. They lived in peace and worked in peace, and they didn't compete with the world. They lived a good life, and they learned the martial techniques and spells left behind by their ancestors. In my generation, there is more than one Sage level cultivator. If it weren't for the indifferent character of the past generations, I might have been able to rank among the bottom of the aristocratic families. But ten years ago, a catastrophe suddenly befell the Hao family, which had been passed down for thousands of years. "
At this point, old Hao's face was filled with extreme fear. Even though many years had passed, the shadow that the disaster left in his heart had not completely dissipated.
"Old Huang, don't be anxious. Speak slowly." Ling Chuxi stretched out her hand and patted Mr. Vulture's shoulder. She silently circulated the sword heart soul-breaking technique to calm his mind.
