Douluo Continent.
Spirit Soul City.
Outskirts.
Within an unnamed forest.
Before a grave.
The grave was quite luxurious. At a glance, it was clearly not the grave of an ordinary person.
At that moment, many people stood before it.
The atmosphere was quiet.
Quiet to the extreme.
There was a middle-aged man with silver hair flowing past his shoulders, smooth and soft. His eyes were moist.
He held the hand of a lovely little girl, around seven or eight years old. She wore white mourning clothes, her red, swollen eyes brimming with tears, her entire face filled with grief and indignation.
Clearly, the little girl had an extraordinary relationship with the owner of the grave before her.
Beside the middle-aged man stood a woman—no, she should not be called a woman. She was not tall, with fair skin and an almost perfect face. At that moment, a faint sorrow rested upon that nearly perfect face.
Behind them stood quite a few others, each with varying traces of grief on their faces.
Soldiers clad in white armor stood rigidly on either side, their expressions extremely solemn.
"Renxue, kowtow to your father twice. Then we'll go home," the silver-haired middle-aged man said lightly, rubbing the little girl's head.
"Yes!"
Without hesitation, the little girl knelt and bowed three times, utterly serious.
A little blood stained her forehead, while tears the size of beans fell from her swollen, red eyes.
This grave.
Belonged to the little girl's father. Her father was called Qian Xunji. He had gone out to carry out a mission, returned severely injured, and passed away not long afterward.
The little girl was called Qian Renxue, Qian Xunji's daughter. After learning of her father's death.
Qian Renxue did not know how long she had cried. Even now, she was unwilling