Three days later, Luo Hong and Yu Ruoxi had already left Mist Mountain. The Qian Family was holding Qian Tianbao's funeral, and cultivators from all five families had gathered to see him off.
"Now that the Qian Family has lost its Foundation Establishment stage Clan Leader, I fear they will decline like the Zhou Family. Why did he have to cling so stubbornly to the ancestral secret art?"
Surrounded by a group of Zhao Family cultivators, Zhao Qingling murmured to herself. She had never thought her choice was wrong; she simply could not understand it.
At that moment, the clanging sound of footsteps came from outside the mourning hall. Before long, a young girl clad in tiger-headed iron armor and carrying a spear ran inside.
Looking at the coffin in the center of the hall, the girl silently lowered her head, her black hair obscuring her brows and eyes.
"Mulan, please accept our condolences."
After that day, Granny Sun had become somewhat hunched, the air of old age around her growing heavier by the day. She was now only one step away from joining the coffin in the mourning hall.
Qian Mulan did not respond. Her hand gripping the spear trembled from exertion. Then, as if she had reached the limit of her endurance, she raised the spear and smashed it fiercely into the ground.
With a bang, the entire mourning hall shook three times!
Qian Mulan struck twice more, each blow harder than the last, jolting many guests into staggering.
"Mulan, you've reached Foundation Establishment?!"
Clan Leader Zhao Qingling and the others immediately sensed the girl's cultivation from the aura she released. Shock first appeared on their faces, followed by looks of realization.
It seemed Qian Tianbao had chosen to make a desperate attempt only because the Qian Family