"Patriarch, what should I do?"
Thump!
After everyone had left, Feng Changqing stared at the coffin in the ancestral shrine and then knelt on the ground.
His cold face was filled with a complicated expression.
On one hand, all the members of the Tianfeng tribe had gone to participate in the battle. He was the only one left to guard the ancestral shrine. To him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
As long as he wanted to, he could move Patriarch Feng Qingyun's corpse away at any time and use it as an offering to invite the heavens' emissary, Dongfang Bubai. At that time, he could change his fate and embark on the path of cultivation that he had always dreamed of.
On the other hand, Feng Changqing was suffering the pain and torture of morality.
Feng Qingyun was the patriarch of the Tianfeng tribe. He had made an indelible contribution to the entire tribe when he was alive.
