"Ah. I do want to get myself killed though." Jun Yinglian blandly said, "It must be a long way in the world of death. He has gone first. I can't let him be alone for too long. What makes me still alive is that there are lots of things I need to take care of before I die. Now I have done all I have to do. The last thing is to see you again, dear sister. I won't regret. However, I have to leave my fame that resounds after I die. If I can kill more people of those three sects, it will be much better."
She took a deep breath and said, "I can't… I can't let the righteous Xiao Monarch just die without anybody even trying to avenge him…"
"He has died for over one year now. I want the entire world to think of him again. I want everybody to hear the sound of that resounding name in Qing-Yun Realm again!"
Jun Yinglian's eyes stared at the gravestone.
It was a ten meters high, three meters wide gravestone, which was made from Cyan-cloud Purple Jade.
There were several words on it.
