She is Zong Shen’s granddaughter, Zong Tianyue.

Logically, a place where such fortunes can be born should be prosperous and full of blessings.

But here is in a mess.

Not far away, there was a mortal sect, and everyone was lying on the ground and trembling.

There is only numbness and fear on everyone's face, and no hope or vitality.

There is a village behind the mountain, with blood flowing into a river and corpses everywhere...

It's like hell on earth.

Where can there be any sign of prosperity?

"Old ancestor...why are you here..."

Zong Tianyue followed Zong Shen and walked all the way without seeing any vitality.

The two of them walked into Lingyun Pavilion so blatantly, and no one came forward to ask.

They are alive.

They are equivalent to being dead.

This place must have been shrouded in some kind of horror.

In Nanyangzhou, even in the most difficult and remote places, the mortal residents there did not become like walking corpses.

"Old ancestor... have we really found the right place?"

Zong Shen took her little hand.

Said softly.
Chapter completed!