"Come and eat something. You haven't had so much as a drop of water for a whole day and night. How can you go on like this?
Look at the state you're in. If our benefactor saw you, he would surely worry about you too..."
Holding a portion of slightly scorched demonic beast meat, Huang Rong stood behind Ye Hua and earnestly tried to persuade her. Yet Ye Hua sat motionless as a statue before a gravestone, turning a deaf ear to Huang Rong's words.
The gravestone looked somewhat weathered, but its inscription remained clearly legible: "The grave of Ying Ming Hao, personal disciple of the Misty Sect." In the lower right corner were the smaller words, "Erected by his Senior Sister, Ye Hua."
Just then, a chilly mountain wind swept past with a howl, lifting Ye Hua's snow-white hair.
Yes, in the space of a single night, every strand of her hair had turned white!
Ye Hua's face was haggard, her eyes hollow and vacant. She sat in a daze, as though her soul had left her body, with tear tracks still damp beside her mouth. Her once-fair cheeks were now as pale as a thin sheet of paper.
Even the usually lively and adorable Little Chicken Kun lay quietly before the gravestone, keeping Ye Hua company without moving.
Had Huang Rong not occasionally seen him lift his head and gaze at the gravestone with his big, round eyes, she would truly have mistaken him for dead.
The white steed, on the other hand, seemed entirely oblivious to its master's sorrow and leisurely grazed nearby.
Earlier, it had acted as though it had lost both its parents, but that had merely been a show of compliance. Later, it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from