Hao Yun's gravestone had been restored to its original state.
The young men had long since begun trembling with fear.
He Pingsheng waved a hand. "Go back and tell the Beast Taming Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator that someone will be coming for his head soon!"
"Tell him to be ready!"
"Go!"
Scared shitless, they scrambled away, stumbling and crawling over one another.
He Pingsheng took out incense, candles, and spirit money, then personally paid his respects to Senior Brother Hao.
Afterward, he went to his parents' graves and paid his respects there as well.
Fortunately, his parents' graves were still intact and had not been vandalized.
Still uneasy, He Pingsheng could only take his parents' gravestones away for now. If someone spotted them later, it would spell trouble.
Who knew whether someone might dig up their graves someday?
Once everything was settled, He Pingsheng teleported away. The next moment, he abruptly appeared on Bamboo Peak, which had once belonged to the Great Void Sect.
The peak was lush and green, with white clouds drifting in the distance.
Palaces stood one after another atop the mountain.
It was little different from when He Pingsheng had been here a hundred years ago.
The difference was that the scenery remained, but the people were gone.
The buildings remained, and so did the hall. Sadly, their names and owners had changed.
He Pingsheng stood beside that little stream, gazing at its clear water.
The streambed lay plainly in view.
It was right here that he had acquired a battered basin all those years ago.
From that moment on, the course of his entire life had changed.
"Chirp, chirp..." He Pingsheng stepped onto a cliff and whistled twice toward the distant white clouds.
The piercing sound stabbed through the heavens.
A few breaths later,