Images flashed through Lin Fei's mind.
"Jiu'er...."
Before his eyes, the image of that beautiful girl with skin as smooth as cream seemed to emerge once again.
Under the setting sun, that figure with flowing hair and skin like milk, even now it felt as vivid as ever.
"Reincarnated? No, it's not..." In Lin Fei's mind, scenes from Yan Shi's memories naturally surfaced, perfectly filling in the missing parts.
He also completely understood the truth behind Yan Shi's death all those years ago.
Yan Shiyi, feeling guilty for the tragic fate of his sister, began to loathe himself. His disposition sunk deeper into the abyss of darkness, unable to extricate himself. After becoming the Ancestor, he went on a massacre, slaughtering all the martial artists of Hua Nation at that time, thus incurring endless, deep-seated grudges of blood.