She was the most important woman in Yi Yun’s life. Even if Yi Yun was standing here, he might be lost in thought for a moment before he could recognize his elder sister…
Compared to that simple and elegant girl in the Cloud Wilderness, the present Jiang Xiaorou seems to have been reborn.
Step after step, she climbed the staircase to the altar. In the middle of the girl’s eyebrows, there was an inexplicable hint of melancholy. Her steps also began to subconsciously slow down…
Amongst the countless numbers of the desolate beasts, there stood people from the Desolate race. They too were also watching this scene.
“Rou’er, why the hesitation?”
At this moment, a kind and pleasant voice rang in the girl’s ears.
“Nothing, Mother.”
Jiang Xiaorou shook her head gently. The melancholy in the middle of her eyebrows disappeared as a result. She clenched her cane and continued to walk to the top of the divine bone altar