"Dad."
Zheng Xiaoman tugged at Zheng Yan's sleeve.
Zheng Yan stared silently at the two plaques for a long while before finally speaking: "Come with me."
After he spoke, he turned around and headed deeper inside.
Zheng Xiaoman winked at Xu Yang, then put her little hands behind her back, imitating an adult, and followed right behind Zheng Yan.
Xu Yang felt a weight lift from his heart and quickly followed after them.
The further they went, the more stones appeared, forming what seemed like a vast and bizarre stone forest.
At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi grew even more barren.
It was even more desolate than a wasteland.
At a glance, the ground was completely bare—not a single low-grade Spirit Elixir could be seen.
This was the kind of place that no one would pay any real attention to.
Xu Yang's thoughts stirred—if Zheng Xiaoman's family could survive for generations in the Land of the Fallen, that was no small feat.
