C139 In front of the tombstone

Three days later, at the back of Celestial Sect.

The sun shone, the white clouds drifted, and a gentle breeze blew.

If it wasn't for the faint scent of blood, the weather would have been pretty good.

Fang Mu knelt on top of a small grave.

Love Sister Fang Qin's Tomb.

Six words, "Cut, slice, chop".

Qin Ming held onto a bunch of orchids, and remained silent