The Xiangjiang clan's tragedy originated from the martial arts Research Institute's obsession with the power of the chaos bead, as well as the indifference of those in power towards human life.
But at this moment, Xiang si didn't want to think about those bloody scenes anymore. He temporarily let go of his hatred and immersed all his thoughts in the recovered star earrings. Feeling the gentleness of his grandmother, it was as if he had returned to the life of being protected by his elders.
Song qingxiao didn't interrupt her reminiscing and waited quietly for her to recover.
The gentleness in her eyes faded, and hatred reappeared.
The young lady solemnly wiped away the wisp of black Qi that was wrapped around it and squeezed out a smile.
"I heard that you killed that ghost in the battle of spirit capital?"
