Ji Fengyan stood silently there with mixed emotions.
She could not understand the kinship that people had always sung praises of and could not understand the warmth that was being remembered by family members.
Ever since young, she only had her Master and Grandmaster by her side. Because they were immortal cultivators, the two only had shallow feelings and was very calm about life and death, and were at ease when it comes to separation.
The suppressed cries from Linghe and the others continued to ring in her ears.
Ji Fengyan's emotions also became down.
She slowly took a step forward. Looking at those cold tombstone, she opened her red lips to hum a tune that was not understandable. That tune was long and was like a refreshing stream passing through people's hearts…
That tune was not considered melodious, but it soothed the suppressed feelings that Linghe and the rest were feeling.
