The Ten-Thousand-Year Great Tribulation, Doubts Resolved (Please Continue Reading)
Before he died, Mu Changlin still could not stop worrying about the two of them. In a hoarse, feeble voice, he began reciting the ancestral teachings, admonishing them not to avenge him.
But in the end, he could not finish. His words stopped forever on the three syllables "Mo Qingkuang," and his aged hands slowly drooped.
"Master!"
Mo Ergou's eyes were bloodshot. Trembling, he took out all kinds of medicinal pills and dissolved their medicinal power into Mu Changlin's body.
But everything was already useless.
From that day on, only the two brothers remained in Azure Stone Sect.
The next day.
The two of them buried Mu Changlin on the Sect's Back Mountain.
They rebuilt the Founder's Hall and placed Mu Changlin's spirit tablet inside.
Mo Ergou knelt before the spirit tablet.
"Master, don't worry. I won't act rashly. Only after I have enough strength will I avenge you."
After saying that, he kowtowed hard several times.
Li Yuan'an kowtowed along with him.
Several days later.
The two left the Sect, taking with them all the accumulations of these years, and returned to the Mortal World.
When they had left back then, they had only been minor martial artists who had just begun to understand martial arts, chased until they fled in all directions.
Now, they were lofty Immortals standing high above others.
More than ten years had passed.
This mortal county town had not changed much.
The county magistrate was still that same county magistrate, the magistrate's son was still that same yamen wastrel who spent his days bullying men and seizing women, and the constable who had led the men to arrest them that night had become the county clerk.
The two struck one after another, taking revenge and