Kneel Down! Beg!

The forest was covered in snow as it fluttered from the sky, weighing the branches down as they bowed under the weight of snow. Occasionally, the snow that had piled on the trees would land on the ground with a plop.

In a small valley, the opposite cliff was sliced, just like a huge tombstone. Before the cliff, there was a small grave that was packed securely with snow. On the other side of the forest, all the upper parts of the trees were hacked off, leaving only the bottom trunks. It looked like they had been taken off as a marking.

A thin person in white stood alone in front of the grave. His actions were slow as he went about his business.

Yun Yang approached the man quietly, his heart lurching. Could it be that… Sister Lan already… Was this person paying a tribute to her?