Sunlight graced No-Sword Peak.
In front of the ancestral tombstone, still consumed by rising flames, a scorching wind carried the heat, rustling and crackling as it spread.
Su Bei stood with his hands clasped behind his back, head bowed and brow furrowed. Beneath the crimson clouds, his black hair fluttered, lending him an ethereal, immortal-like air.
At his words, everyone turned to Su Bei in astonishment, but he remained indifferent.
From beginning to end, not the slightest ripple disturbed Su Bei's expression, as if he had everything under control.
Everything seemed so tranquil and effortless for him!
Xi Qingyi furrowed his brows and scolded, "Su Bei! What more do you have to say for yourself?"
"Burning the ancestral tomb is a grave crime! Are you still going to spout glib excuses in your defense?"
"You might as well concoct a good story. Why would you burn the ancestral tomb?"
