For the first time, Li Qingyu felt his grandfather's sorrow.
There were endless funerals in the family, and he did not know who to blame. The resentment had nowhere to go, and it made his heart ache.
When he thought about how he had wanted to travel to search for immortals and not study hard, he wanted to slap his own face!
That night, Li Qingyu could not sleep. In his mind, he thought of his grandfather's old appearance, and then he thought of the terrifying ghouls he had seen earlier.
Early the next morning, his eyes were black and blue.
However, he could also feel that the atmosphere around the temple had become much lighter.
It was not as gloomy as before.
Moreover, the sun had come out.
Even the rain had stopped. This was a good sign.
Elder Li had also rushed over with his men. When he saw that the Crown Prince, his grandson, and Master Mo were all fine, he heaved a sigh of relief.
