"..."

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and then an intelligent creature said with a trembling voice: "Did you see it... What is shown there is the seventh-level spiritual master!"

There was silence again, and at the end, a voice sneered: "It's just a fluke. I think she definitely didn't go to the tenth floor."

"After the tenth floor, there is the real black tower."

**

Jun Muqian did not expect that the Black Tower could bring her such great benefits. In just three hours, she relied on pressure to force herself to reach the seventh level of spiritual master.

Because it was my first time to enter the Black Tower and I was not very familiar with it, so I spent more time on the first floor.

After that, she rushed directly to the ninth floor in one breath.

And just as she thought, the pressure on each level was increasing.

After Jun Muqian successfully passed through the ninth floor, he withdrew.

Because she discovered very keenly that if the Black Tower was just about physical training, it would not be difficult to pass the ninety-ninth floor without anyone.

So, it's better to slow down.

When Jun Muxian passed by the temple, he took a special look at the feather.

When she found that there was still no change, she returned to the Mu family with great regret.

The next day, Mu Ying arrived as scheduled.

The ancestral graves of the Mu family are not far away, right in Muwang City.

But not all Mu family members can be buried in their ancestral graves. They are either geniuses or have made great contributions to the Mu family.

"Actually, I originally wanted to bury my father's remains somewhere else." Mu Ying took a deep breath, "Because the Mu family was really unfair to my father!"

When he said this, he did not shy away from the tomb guards at all.

Jun Muqian sighed softly: "Brother, there is no such thing as complete fairness in this world."

"Xiao Qian, you don't know." Mu Ying shook her head, "My father didn't have to die, but he went to the Ice and Snow Silver Field."

A wry smile appeared on his lips: "The silvery plain of ice and snow, that is the place of death."

Jun Muqian was silent.

She already knew these things from Feng Yimo's letters.

No one knows what the secret is in the Ice and Snow Silver Plains, and why Mu Chenbai wants to go if he is so good.

Mu Yingping retreated from the tomb guard and led her towards the depths of the ancestral tomb until she came to a small hill.

From a distance, Jun Muqian could already see the extremely prominent tombstone.

It was not the ordinary tombstone she had seen before. This tombstone gave people a very grand feeling, like a towering green mountain, firm and straight.

On the tombstone, there is a line of slightly crooked words engraved on it.

——My father, Mu Chenbai’s tomb!

Jun Muqian immediately realized that this tombstone was actually erected by Mu Ying.

Moreover, when he was only three years old, he was in extreme grief.

Mu Ying stepped forward, lifted her clothes, and knelt down facing the tombstone.

He kowtowed first and then slowly spoke: "Father, I came to see you again. My child is unfilial and I haven't come for so long."

"But this time, the child brought someone here. I have always told you and my mother that I want a sister so that when I grow up, I can protect her just like you protect your mother."

Mu Ying whispered: "But I'm not as strong as you, and I still can't leave the Mu family, even..."

He clenched his palm into a fist and pressed it heavily on his heart, his voice almost hoarse: "I even lost my mother."

Seeing Mu Ying like this, Jun Muqian's heart suddenly felt sour.

She also silently lifted up her skirt and slowly knelt down.

No matter what her life experience was, Mu Chenbai could withstand her kneeling down.

A long time ago, Jun Muqian had regarded Muying as her biological brother.

"My sister is very powerful and beautiful. Her name is Mu Qian." Mu Ying paused and then continued, "I brought Xiao Qian here today just to show you, father."

The surroundings were very quiet, with a gentle breeze blowing.

However, just like when she was really facing Mu Chenbai, Mu Ying was still there telling her story.

Jun Muqian listened, but didn't know what she should say.

After all, she can't feel this kind of emotion.

Turning her eyes slightly, Jun Muqian saw a small piece of jade covered with soil in front of the tombstone. She raised her hand and wiped it.

The soil was scattered and the jade regained its brightness.

But Jun Muqian's attention was no longer on the tombstone. She saw a corner of some kind of paper exposed in the dirt she brushed away, stained grayish yellow.

She quickly lowered her head, pushed away all the soil on it, and saw a complete piece of paper and the words on the paper.

Jun Muqian's pupils shrank, this word... this handwriting was exactly the same as what she had seen in the Feng Family Library.

From Feng Yimo!

She started reading without any pause, and it was still the familiar beginning.

The 34,009th year of Wanling Calendar, May 1st...

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Chapter completed!