"Then, Uncle, can you put up gravestones for my father and mother?"
Sikong Jing looked at the corpses strewn across the City Lord's Mansion of Frost Sky City, then at the innocent little girl before him. In the end, he nodded. "All right."
A slightly bewildered look appeared in the little girl's eyes as she pointed at the heap of bodies behind her.
Pointing to her parents, she said, "This is my daddy. His name is Shen Zao. This is my mother, Lou Miao..."
Before her words had even faded... thud!
The cloth doll in the little girl's hand suddenly fell to the ground. Her entire body went limp, and she collapsed.
Quick as lightning, Sikong Jing caught her.
Only then did he realize that the little girl had fallen asleep. Having suffered such a catastrophe, terrified and exhausted in both body and mind, she had finally been unable to hold on any longer after hearing that Sikong Jing would take her away and erect gravestones for her parents.
She was only a seven- or eight-year-old girl, utterly lost and confused.
The fact that she could even think to ask for gravestones for her parents already put her far beyond many others her age.
As Sikong Jing stared at the sleeping little girl, whose formerly calm expression had finally given way to a face full of fear, he could not help thinking of what his younger sister Sikong Ling had looked like at the age of eight.
His sister had been that same age then.
Back then, he had believed there was no way to save her, believed she had left this world.
Now that he saw a girl of the same age suffering such a calamity, how could he possibly feel no compassion?
Yet his countless experiences had granted