The elder of heavenly secrets patted Yan Xun's shoulder, sighing with regret.
Huang 'er was his most outstanding disciple.
Unfortunately, his life's obsession was too strong.
Princess Xi he has already passed away, it's better to let her go earlier ... Let's rest in peace."
The elder of heavenly secrets advised Yan Xun.
Yan Xun fell beside the black coffin, and as if he did not hear anything, he struggled to stand up. His body was a little unstable, and he almost fell down. It was only when he reached out to support himself with the coffin that he managed to stabilize himself.
He stared at the woman sleeping in the coffin.
He forced a smile.
"Alright," he said.
It was an extremely light word.
Yan Xun's eyes were in a daze as he recalled what she had told him.
She wanted to go home.
So, she probably didn't want to stay in beiliang.
He shouldn't force her anymore.
He shouldn't have ...
***
Xi he was buried in South Chu.
