"Master Qiu, can't you wait a little longer?" Tianyou huffed.
"Oh, it's not that I don't hope for her to be happy. Ah, forget it, look at her fate! Today is a temple meeting, maybe we can get some good food!" Elder Qiu staggered away with his walking stick.
"Young lady, young lady..." Tianming's heart was burning with anxiety as he called out. Little Biluo could vaguely hear someone calling out to her. Within the black smoke, she followed this voice and continued to walk.
Old Master Qiu did not return home until night fell. The moment he stepped into the temple, he cried, "Something's wrong! Five or six people from the Governor's Manor, including the Governor's son, died! Oh, and Liu Ming, the Young Governor's son, is bleeding from all seven apertures of his head! It's a terrible sight
