As Xie Tian was delving into the mysteries of the cultivation realm, a golden light descended from the heavens and fell into the Xie residence within Yangshuo City of the Song Kingdom.
Xie Yun slightly lifted her head and looked at the golden light woodenly before shifting her gaze back onto the sixteen tombstones.
The sixteen tombstones were all inscribed with the names of the Xie family's elders.
One of them belonged to her biological father, Xie Changrong.
She still remembered the reluctance and affection in her father's eyes during their farewell half a year ago; even though her father wasn't a good person, his paternal love was pure and beyond dispute.
Xie Yun did not cry. Having spent nearly half a year at Taoist gates, she, who had always been aloof, had become even more icy.