Amid that boundless Bamboo Sea, a quiet, solemn grave stood.
Before it, Ye Hua carefully arranged an assortment of exquisite offerings. She had chosen each one with care, as though they could convey her endless longing and affection for Ying Ming Hao.
Next, she gently filled three cups with rich, fragrant wine, letting its aroma spread through the air.
Then she lit a pile of spirit money and watched it burn fiercely, turning to ashes that scattered on the wind.
"Junior Brother, I really wish I could stay with you a little longer, but reality won't let me.
I have to leave this place and embark on a journey fraught with danger.
But don't worry. Your Senior Sister will get justice for you!
Those hateful bandits from Sandwind Stronghold took your life. I'll repay that blood debt twice over!
And that cunning, treacherous Yellow Weasel-I'll kill him with my own hands to comfort your spirit in heaven!"
Ye Hua spoke through gritted teeth, determination gleaming in her eyes.
A moment later, however, her tone softened again. "Of course, revenge isn't the only thing driving me forward. Your dream is, too.
I'll practice my cultivation method tirelessly and press ahead without ever retreating!
When the day comes that I'm strong enough to conquer the entire world, I'll return to this Bamboo Forest and stay beside you forever..."
By the end, Ye Hua's voice had grown slightly low, as though she were choking back tears.
But she soon took a deep breath and pulled herself together.
At that moment, a rare, faint smile appeared on Ye Hua's face, warming the heart like spring sunshine.
She knelt quietly before the grave, murmuring softly as she kept adding spirit money to the fire, as though she wanted to pour every word and feeling