Just as Yao Leqingshu was about to pursue, Zheng Jingren had already loudly said, "Young Master Qingshu, the Inheritance Temple has opened, and everyone is waiting. You're the first one to use it, so don't waste any time."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yao Leqingshu was standing on the enormous altar, his eyes shimmering with crystal-clear tear stains at this moment.
Scenes of the past, like flashes of lightning, flickered across his mind, he could not forget the urging from his mother during his childhood, he could not forget even more vividly the way that proud woman debased herself to beg for an elixir pill that would suit him best for his advancement...
He could not forget the labor of wielding the black halberd again and again, nor could he forget the malice that came from all directions...
