At this moment, the area in front of the grave was unusually quiet.
Even Long Jun, who is usually carefree, didn't make a sound.
This is the master's mother.
They respected them more than anyone else.
The aroma of smoke curls upwards.
After the worship ceremony.
Feng Yantong came to Gu Jian's side and comforted him, "Jian'er, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Don't be too sad."
Gu Jian looked at Feng Yantong and said, "Yes, Senior Sister Feng, I'm fine."
“My mother passed away early, but I always feel that she is still by my side, protecting me.”
“Ever since I was old enough to understand, every year I would bring the elders of the clan to visit my mother here.”
Feng Yantong was immediately surprised.
I had no idea such a thing existed.
Gu Jian never mentioned it.
She thought this was the first time Gu Jian had returned in over a decade.
But he comes every year.
But after thinking about it, Feng Yantong felt it was perfectly normal.
Gu Jian has always been filial since childhood, treating his master Ye Qingcheng as his closest relative.
How could he forget his mother?
Feng Yantong asked softly again, "Did you see your father when you came?"
Gu Jian shook his head and said, "No, I came here only to pay respects to my mother. I have never been back to the village. I have never run into him here either."
"He ruined my mother."
“He is not worthy to be a husband, nor is he worthy to be my father.”
As Gu Jian spoke.
Feng Yantong immediately felt extremely distressed.
His home was in a village not far from the foot of the mountain, but he never went back every time he came.
Feng Yantong felt sorry for Gu Jian, but she also understood him.
Since my mother passed away, I have no home.
Inside that house lived other people, and familiar strangers.
Even enemies.
Thinking of all this, Feng Yantong felt even more heartache and looked at Gu Jian, saying, "Jian'er, you still have me. Your senior uncle is your closest person."
Gu Jian looked at Feng Yantong's stunning face, a gentle expression appearing on his face, and said, "Senior Aunt, thank you."
The aroma of smoke curls upwards.
Before the tombstone, Gu Jian lit a third incense stick.
He quietly missed his deceased mother, recalling the moments he spent with her when he was young.
Just then, an untimely voice, tinged with arrogance and sneer, rang out from the sky.
"Who do we have here? Isn't this Gu Jian, the traitor of the Misty Sect?"
"No, it should be Li Taibai of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom now!"
"Reporting to Elder Longmo, Gu Jian of the Misty Sect is here. Please bring men to capture him!"
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