Mo Yitong trembled as she held the white paper in her hand. She couldn't believe that this was something that Wei Bingxuan had written before she died. She forcefully threw aside the stack of notes and opened the other paintings. She told herself over and over again in her heart that this wasn't something that Wei Bingxuan had written. This was something that someone had done to Yu Zixuan. It had to be it.
However, when compared to her calligraphy, Mo Yitong suddenly slipped to the ground. This was Wei Bingxuan's calligraphy, her hand print when she was alive. She let out a bitter laugh and slipped onto the ground...
The north wind was roaring, and the night was about to fall. Dazzling sunset glow covered the west, and it was ablaze.
Mo Yitong walked out of Cloud Temple step by step, ho
