To the south of Grand Assembly city, on a mountain peak ten thousand miles away, two cemeteries had appeared.
Ruan Tingting knelt quietly in front of the ruan Zhen couple's grave for a day and a night.
She did not cry or shed any tears.
Lu Ming, Xie nianqing, Kong Jin, and Qiao Xuan stood by the side to accompany him.
After a day and a night, ruan Tingting stood up and cupped her fists at Lu Ming, Xie nianqing, and the others."Thank you, everyone, for this!"
Tingting, we're friends. You don't have to be so polite. Unfortunately, we were one step too late! Lu Ming sighed.
If they had been a step earlier, ruan Tingting's parents might not have died.
"Tingting, where do you plan to go next?"
Qiao Xuan pulled on ruan Ting Ting's hand and asked with concern.
I don't know either. I need to find a place to cultivate. I must raze the wind sword sect to the ground!
Ruan Tingting said through gritted teeth.
