The members of the Yin family also asked a few questions.

Liang Gui nodded, turned around, took the documents, left the banquet hall, and quickly headed to the Yin family.

Outside the window, one can still vaguely see the dazzling fireworks in the distant sky.

Brilliant and colorful fireworks streaked across the dark night sky, instantly bursting forth with astonishing light and color.

But this beauty was fleeting, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

As the fireworks gradually faded and dissipated, all that remained was a silent and profound darkness.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

The person sitting inside the room facing the window couldn't help but cover their lips and cough violently.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough... cough cough..."

The silk handkerchief in her palm gradually became damp.

Yin Huaizhu lowered her eyes, looking calmly at the bright red blood on the white silk handkerchief.

He's not Xu Xian, who's devoted to Bai Suzhen, and you haven't cultivated for a thousand years just to find him.

You haven't cultivated for a thousand years just to find him.

Yin Huaizhu casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief onto the ground in front of her.

He took out a wooden box from the drawer under the table.

Open the wooden box, and inside lies a cracked bamboo bead and a black carved wooden plaque.

With her fair and slender fingers, Yin Huaizhu slowly took out the wooden plaque and held it in her palm.

Feel the uneven carvings on the wooden plaque as you press it into your palm.

Life is but a passing journey, a mere passerby...

How could he possibly accept this?

A faint smile appeared on Yin Huaizhu's pale face.

He reached out, untied the tightly fastened rope on the wooden plaque, and slowly put the plaque back around his neck.