Xing Jiu 'an felt that no matter how sad or painful it was, it would slowly fade with the passage of time.
She felt a little regretful, but she still hoped that without her sect, her master and her senior brothers and sisters could quickly resume their lives.
Even if he was cold to her, she would not blame him.
She had always felt that she had brought this upon herself.
It was just that everyone had been like this, which made her even more nervous.
Master didn't say anything. He didn't mind if everyone stayed here.
During the day, he would accompany Xing Jiu 'an in the courtyard and go back to rest at night.
She still looked fine, but her body seemed to be much worse.
It seemed that Xing Jiu 'an's death had drained him of all his energy.
On this day, someone suddenly came to the door.
Xing Jiu 'an was a little surprised to see that.
That was Lu zhichen.
However, she clearly did not know Lu zhichen in her previous life.
