Zhao He gave a bitter smile, a faint trace of regret rising in her heart.
Jiao Gu said calmly, "Mending the pen after the sheep are lost is not too late. It is not too late for you to realize your mistakes now."
Zhao He was slightly stunned. Not too late?
Why did she feel there was no chance to make amends?
Yet as she pondered, Zhao Family Village had already appeared in the distance.
Jiao Gu reminded her, "Zhao Family Village is almost here. Let's first go into the village and learn what happened."
"Yes."
Zhao He gathered her thoughts and accelerated her escape light, drawing closer to the Zhao Family Village that now felt so unfamiliar to her.
The approach of an unfamiliar cultivator quickly aroused the villagers' vigilance.
A Golden Core stage elder stepped forward and blocked Zhao He's path.
"Senior, please stop. Zhao Family Village falls under the Corpse Refining Sect's jurisdiction. To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, please do not approach our Zhao Family Village."
Zhao He paused slightly and glanced at the elder. "Uncle Heng, it's me."
Zhao Heng examined her carefully. Once he recognized her, he was startled.
"Zhao He, is that you? After several hundred years, you've actually reached the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Zhao He nodded faintly. "I returned this time because of my parents. Is the village chief here?"
Zhao Heng understood. Back then, the matter of Zhao He's parents sacrificing themselves to entrust their daughter to others had drawn considerable attention in the village.
Now that Zhao He had become a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it was only natural for her to wish to reclaim her parents' remains.
Unfortunately, she had returned too late.
"The village chief perished more than a hundred years ago while he was out on one occasion. The