When he thought of this, Mr. Qin became particularly excited. He finally believed that he could see his father before he died.
"Yes, yes, my father's name is Qin Boli!" He nodded excitedly.
Qin Qilin was surprised when he heard this, and looked at Jiang Ye and then at him.
Of course, since he has nothing to do at this time, he'd better keep quiet.
He stood obediently by the side.
"Little girl, you know my father's name, and you just used that magical power. I know you must be a very powerful master!"
Mr. Qin opened his mouth with tears in his eyes and tremblingly requested, "Please, please let me see my father. I, I... I'm so grateful!"
As he said this, he was about to bow to Jiang Ye.
He was an old man, about to be buried, and could not promise her anything.
This is all we can do.
"No need, I brought you here for this." Jiang Ye lifted him up and shook his head.
The tears in Mr. Qin's eyes became even more abundant.
He nodded and thanked her again and again with a choked voice.
When Qin Qilin saw this, he hurriedly followed suit to express his gratitude.
And because he was young, he bowed directly to Jiang Ye, bowing on behalf of his great-grandfather.
Jiang didn't stop him or say anything, but looked at the tombstone.
Raise your hand.
A soft, cold breeze blew towards the tombstone.
And the moment the cold wind arrived, a tall and majestic figure wrapped in the gentle cold wind emerged from under the tombstone.
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