This was a secluded and unremarkable mountain valley, hidden in the shadow of towering peaks all around.
At the valley's edge, flowers of every color bloomed, their fragrance filling the air with a refreshing sweetness of grass and petals.
By the stone face of the valley, there lay a burial mound, and before it stood a black tombstone.
This was the grave of Xu Yang's mother!
Beside the gravestone, a middle-aged man sat starkly upright.
Zheng Xuan!
At this moment, Zheng Xuan's face was as pale as paper, his breath nearly undetectable!
His robes were spotless—no trace of blood, not a speck of dust!
His whole figure was almost collapsed onto the ground, giving the impression of someone at death's door, his oil spent and lamp extinguished.
Rage filled Xu Yang's eyes.
This place—he had dug it out with his own hands, not a single person from the Beixuan Prince's estate had helped!
Zheng Xuan had never once come to see it!
