Mu Ye's grave.
The Anti-Sky Tower heroes surrounded.
Before the tombstone engraved by Xie Tian's own hands, knelt a person.
The person was small, but the blood-soaked bones in front of her were even smaller.
Looking at Luo Yin's bones, which had been tortured by the killing sword, Little Bell's big round eyes, unlike the wrathful gaze of a rakshasa, gradually turned dark.
Seeing these eyes that resemble Little Bell's, Luo Jiao sighed silently and stepped forward.
"Little Bell, those who harmed Mu Ye meet this fate. Whether it is Mu Ye, your mother, or Uncle An Xi, they can rest peacefully in the afterlife..."
Little Bell stood up, completely oblivious to the swelling and numbness in her knees, facing Luo Mei and knelt again.
"I beg you, teach Little Bell to cultivate. Little Bell wants revenge for her mother."
