C376 Ling Ji Ling(2)

I walked all the way to my mother's tomb, sweat on my forehead, my hands and feet soft. I can finally openly pay my respects to my mother. My mother, who had a bitter life, sacrificed herself in order to give me my life.

The path up the mountain was paved with high-quality granite, and the stone steps were clean and flat. There were no traces of moss at all. Clearly, there were often people cleaning and maintaining the place. Walking on the stone steps, I felt that I couldn't breathe. The one who had protected my mother's tomb for the past few hundred years wasn't my unfilial son. My mother received an honor under Suk's deliberate arrangements, but what about my father? Could he always be by my mother's side? How will Suk treat my father?

I walk and stop. I look forward to it, but I am afraid. I am excited and ashamed at the same time.

Finally, I reached the huge platform in front of the mausoleum. The stones there were all made of jade. I cleaned it cleanly, not to mention weeds, there weren't even many fallen leaves. In front of the mausoleum was a huge jade tombstone, and words were carved all over it. In front of the tombstone was a huge purple copper cauldron. It was obvious that there were many people paying their respects here. The copper cauldron was filled with the ashes of burning sacrifices.

The magnificent white mausoleum was like a palace. Flowers bloomed on the surrounding hills. My eyes heated up, and I fell to my knees. "Mother, the unfilial son has returned. Hit me. Scolding me, my son is really too much. "

I lay on the ground, crying out in grief. I don't even have an impression of what my mother looks like. I only saw her face in Hardell's illusion realm. But that was only an illusion realm after all. I can't be sure if my mother looked like that. I cried from noon to dusk in front of my mother's tomb. I am like a child who has suffered too many grievances.

I raised my slightly numb arm and only then did I remember that I should burn some candles for my mother.

The candles were burning in the copper cauldron. I lined up the offerings in a row. I raised my head to look at the huge tombstone, and my eyes became blurry again. Hundreds of years ago, when I left this place, my father was so lonely. Hundreds of years later, I came back with a body full of fatigue. My mother's tomb is still there, but my father is nowhere to be found.

I moved my knees and slowly approached the jade stone tablet. My face was pressed against it, and the cold touch made my emotions calm down a little. "Mother, you must want to hear about my son's hundreds of years of experience, right? Your son will slowly tell you... "

Just like that, I talked about it in front of my mother's tombstone for the entire night. The mountain breeze blew, and the flowers on the mountain swayed with the wind. It was as if my mother was constantly sighing. The scene in Hardell's illusory world once again resurfaced in my mind. My arms were hugging one side of the stone tablet. Once again, the thought of not wanting to leave arose in my mind.

Early in the morning, the two clansmen responsible for maintaining the mausoleum came to the enormous platform. They silently cleaned it up, as if they weren't surprised by someone paying their respects. My heart warmed, and I deeply bowed to them.

The clansmen stopped, and slightly bowed to me in return. The people of Arreat have become much more civilized. They are no longer the barbarians from hundreds of years ago.

"Eh?" The young clansman cried out in surprise, "Why does it look like this?"

"Like what?" The slightly older clansman asked.

"Zhang Loong, don't you think he looks like Zhang Loong?" The young clansman stared at me, sizing me up.

"En, he does look like ___, but how is that possible? You just like to daydream." The older clansmen glanced at me, then continued to sweep with their heads lowered.

"Hey, brother, why haven't I seen you before?" The younger clansman smiled and tried to strike up a conversation with me.

"Yes, I haven't been back for a long time." I replied with a smile.

"A long time? Didn't you come to Harrogath every year? Even if you go out, it won't be too long. Today isn't the day of worship. Why are you here alone to pay your respects to Ling Ji? " The young man said with a smile.

"Mm." I smiled, not knowing how to answer.

"We have to take these sacrifices away. This is a rule. We can't leave behind any miscellaneous items during our daily cleaning. Do you have any objections? Or, you can take the sacrifices away yourself. " The older clansman said.

"Mm, alright. You can take it, thank you." I nodded.

After the two clansmen finished cleaning up, they wrapped up the sacrifices I brought with me. "Brother, are you still not leaving?" The young clansman asked.

I shook my hand. The two clansmen went down the mountain. The young clansman would occasionally look back at me. He muttered, "They are very similar. It can't really be Zhang Loong, right?" The older clansman scolded, "You think too much about things from day to night. It's a pity that your aptitude is too poor. Otherwise, you can also enter the training camp to practice your spear arts. I'm warning you. Don't play with your gun if you have nothing to do, or else I'll sue you "

" Hey, do you think it's possible? Zhang Loong isn't an ordinary person. Perhaps archangel has bestowed him with eternal life. If it's true, I'm really too lucky to be able to see a living legendary hero."

The two clansmen left, and silence returned to the front of the mausoleum.

I stood up and began to read the words on the stone tablet. Those words recorded my mother's life in a very concise manner. My mother's family background, my mother's birth date appeared in the fifth line. My name, Ling Ji, was chosen by the oracle. It was said that the tribe's hero, Zhang Loong, was the reincarnation of the Battle Angel. Due to his overly tough life, Ling Ji, who gave birth to him, exhausted her life energy. When Zhang Loong fell to the ground, Ling Ji completed her journey of destiny. She left the world.