Young Jiazun! The Suppression Gate Opens! Source Heavenly Venerable Turns Dark!

They walked on and on.

The end finally appeared before them.

This was not some resplendent temple or pavilion, but an utterly ordinary courtyard.

There was a stone table in the yard, two stone stools, and a withered Bodhi Tree.

There were also two Wood Gate-tiled houses and three uneven earthen walls.

Lin Chen glanced around upon arriving and immediately sensed that something was amiss.

A small child suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

He looked about seven or eight years old and wore tattered, patched trousers.

He held an empty, broken bowl in his hands, his face bruised and swollen.

Judging by the tear stains at the corners of his eyes, he seemed to have just been bullied!

After returning to the yard, the child wiped the corner of his mouth and pushed open the door to enter the house.

Lin Chen, who had stopped outside the courtyard, followed him in.

What greeted his eyes was a shabby bed made from wooden planks.

An elderly woman with snow-white hair lay on the bed, her face pale and her breathing weak.

The little boy was taking out a filthy steamed bun from his clothes and feeding it to her.

Looking around the room, the place was bare to the walls, with cobwebs covering the ceiling.

There was even a hole in the corner, letting rainwater drip through.

When the cold wind blew, the temperature inside the house seemed to drop considerably.

Yet two people still lived here.

As Lin Chen watched closely, the child suddenly stood up.

His face had been full of smiles just moments ago, but now tears streamed down his cheeks.

Looking toward the bed, Lin Chen saw that the old woman was already beyond saving. Her breath had ceased.

Lin Chen remained unafraid at the sight.

Life