Because he felt that this was no different from the embarrassing scene of secretly practicing the Divine Turtle Breath-Holding Technique and being buried by a kind-hearted person.

His dark history of mistaking someone for someone else is actually nothing!

Isn't it just mistaking my niece for my niece? Who doesn't have a history of mistaking someone for someone else?

However, the history of cultivation techniques being casually buried is not something that everyone can experience.

So people still need to be compared with each other!

"So, how was your uncle later?" Lan Yue hesitated to speak.

But I almost laughed myself crazy inside.

【Lan Yue: Hahahahahahahahahaha】

"Don't worry, my uncle is fine." Luan Ning had a subtle expression.

"But my uncle's disciples might not be doing so well. When they learned that their master had passed away so suddenly, they burst into tears and came to the tomb on Yunwu Peak one by one to offer flowers."

"In just half a month, the mausoleum over there was filled with flowers. My uncle was the elder in charge and had been in charge of the outer sect for over thirty years, so he got to know a lot of people. The disciples outside even came to pay their respects collectively."

[Lan Yue: Holy shit, how did I only just find out about this shocking gossip! Sure enough, the system isn't omnipotent!]

Perhaps seeing Lan Yue's expression was too shocking, Luan Ning on the other side continued to explain, "At that time, the outer sect of the Southern Spirit Sect thought it was just a very normal mourning. After all, my uncle was seriously injured in the battlefield of the Southern Territory in his early years and has never recovered."

"They thought my uncle's old illness had relapsed and even informed the sect. The sect felt very guilty about this accident and took the initiative to send gifts to Master's disciples."

Listening to Luan Ning's explanation, Lan Yue could almost imagine the scene.

A small grave was covered with flowers, and a group of outer disciples in gray clothes bowed their heads in silence.

The sect also sent people with wooden trays containing various gifts.

Their expressions were more sorrowful than each other, and then at this moment, the grave suddenly cracked open and a person crawled out from it.

The original condolence suddenly turned into a thriller, and everyone's eyes widened with fear.

At this time, the people being mourned even greeted them.

"So, your uncle woke up next?" Lan Yue asked impatiently.

Yinxue in her arms also quietly poked his head out, and the expressions of the man and the cat were very consistent.