Chapter 101

Tan Wenbin immediately scrambled to his feet and ran towards the performance tent, shouting as he went:
“Are you stupid? If that were a real gun, would I have needed to tell you to stay still just now?”
As soon as he finished shouting, Tan Wenbin regretted it. Had he made it too obvious?
What if the woman hadn’t taken the bait and chased him, but instead went straight for Brother Xiaoyuan? Wouldn’t he have been in a bind then?
But soon, Tan Wenbin realized he had overthought it; the woman was indeed chasing him from behind.
Tan Wenbin felt reassured and continued to run forward.
It seemed he had spent too much time with Brother Yuanzi, mistakenly believing everyone else was as cold-blooded as him.

Sister Rou was truly enraged. First, it was the serrated Yellow River shovel, then the lime powder, followed by the toy gun. What was even more infuriating was that she had forcibly dislocated her joints to dodge the “bullet,” and now she had to put them back in place again, effectively suffering two rounds of pain.
Tan Wenbin had truly underestimated his ability to provoke anger, and his seemingly erratic actions had genuinely dealt significant blows to the woman.
Sister Rou could have chosen not to chase Tan Wenbin and instead dealt with the young man on “Grandma Yu’s” body, but she also feared that if she did, Tan Wenbin would turn around and harass her again.
Most importantly, Tan Wenbin gave her the impression that she could quickly deal with him if she put in a little effort.
Moreover, Tan Wenbin was running towards their own acrobatic tent, where they had already set up formations.
Sister Rou thought: “Heh, you didn’t expect it, did you? We can also set up formations.”
People often act foolishly when faced with areas they don’t understand.
Because Sister Rou had no knowledge of formations, she didn’t realize what level of skill it took to secretly set up formations all around their entrance in such a short night.
She also didn’t know how crude and rudimentary the formation passed down from “Grandma Yu,” which they had set up themselves, appeared in the eyes of that young man.
The ignorant are often fearless.

“Three-three for birth, four-four for Qian, two-eight for divination, three-nine for alignment…”
Tan Wenbin recited the formation incantation as he rushed into the performance tent.
Then, Sister Rou also rushed in.
Tan Wenbin stopped, turned around, and looked at her.
He saw a cold sneer appear on Sister Rou’s face.
Tan Wenbin’s eyes widened. Could it be that Brother Yuanzi’s formation layout had been discovered and modified in advance? Wouldn’t he be walking right into a trap?
Just then, Sister Rou extended her foot and stomped on a spot on the ground, activating the formation.
The next moment, Sister Rou’s vision went black, and she began to “feel the elephant” like a blind person in front of Tan Wenbin.
“Damn it, you almost made me lose confidence in myself with that act.”
Tan Wenbin bent down. The floor of the performance tent was made of wooden boards, but the gaps between them were large, making it easy to grab stones from underneath.
He no longer had weapons like shovels on him, so at this point, he could only resort to the most primitive form of ranged attack.
Mainly, he didn’t dare to engage in close combat. Even if the opponent was now spinning in circles like a blind person, fumbling her way around, if she truly managed to grab him and cling on, he wasn’t confident he could break free.
“Bang!”
A stone flew, hitting Sister Rou squarely on the head, drawing blood.
In her current environment, her spatial awareness was distorted. Normally, if stones flew at her, her ears or even her sixth sense would detect them in advance, allowing her to dodge. But now, she was completely unable to do so.
Moreover, Tan Wenbin kept moving in circles while throwing stones at her, always maintaining a distance of twenty meters.
Soon, after a series of hits, Sister Rou was covered in injuries on her head, chest, arms, and legs.
She moved like a solo dancer, constantly darting and maneuvering in a small area, trying to launch attacks. From time to time, she’d attempt a long-distance sprint, only to brutally fall sideways to the ground after not even five meters in a straight line.
Under the effect of this formation, how could she possibly walk in a straight line?
As he continued to pelt her, Tan Wenbin even started to feel a little sorry for her.
Binbin quickly adjusted his mindset:
“That’s for kidnapping children.”
“That’s for doing such heartless things!”
“Human traffickers deserve to die!!!”
Empowered by these shouts, he threw with increasing vigor.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Finally, Sister Rou, her face completely disfigured and her head bleeding profusely from the incessant bombardment, fell face down to the ground with a “thud.”

“Huff… huff…”
Tan Wenbin stopped, lightly shaking his arms and taking deep breaths.
Continuously throwing stones with full force was truly exhausting; his upper arms and shoulders were starting to feel numb.
But after a short rest, Tan Wenbin bent down again, picked up a handful of stones from the gaps, and threw them at Sister Rou’s head, which was still on the ground in front of him.
“Bang!”
“Do you think I’m an idiot, trying to play dead to trick me into getting closer?”
“Bang!”
“I’ll see if you get up, damn it. I won’t go near you until your brains are splattered!”
“Bang!”
With the person lying still, aiming was easy. Tan Wenbin repeatedly struck Sister Rou’s occipital region.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!”
Sister Rou scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled. She had been driven mad.
Not knowing where her opponent was, bewildered, disoriented, with only stones constantly hitting her body – anyone would feel despair.
“If you dare, let me out and fight me! Let me out and fight me fairly!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Pah, you think you’re worthy of talking about fighting fairly with me?”
Tan Wenbin continued to throw stones, cursing inwardly: *This woman is really tough. She’s been hit for so long and still isn’t dead.*
The main issue was that there weren’t many large stones in the gaps beneath his feet, but even if there were, he wouldn’t dare get too close to throw them.
*Then I’ll just wear you down, wear you down. I’ll slowly wear you down!*
*Anyway, Brother Yuanzi is still playing matador over there, and I can’t help much.*
Tan Wenbin’s right arm was losing strength, so he had to use his left hand to throw.
After his left arm also tired, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, his arms hanging, breathing heavily.
The woman was curled on the ground, clutching her head. Visibly, not a single patch of her skin was intact; she was covered in mangled flesh, with bones protruding in many places, yet she was still twitching slightly.
“Damn it…”
Tan Wenbin simply sat down on the ground too.
The woman slowly raised her head, her face so battered that her features were indistinguishable.
“Who… who are you…?”
“Want to know?”
“Yes…”
“Alright, then I’ll tell you. We are…”
“Bang!”
Tan Wenbin used the last bit of strength he had just conserved, gripping a stone with both hands and flinging it, hitting the woman’s face.
The woman froze, then slumped face down.
Her limit had been broken.
In truth, she had long lost the ability to resist, but her unique nature meant her bones were her final support, keeping her clinging to life.
Tan Wenbin had used most of his energy to wear down her last breath because he was incredibly cautious.
“Crackling…”
The woman’s flesh and skin rapidly cracked all over her body. She looked like a phoenix claw, undergoing bone-meat separation.
The exposed bones were breaking off segment by segment, and the internal organs beneath the flesh appeared dark grey.
This time, she was truly dead.

Tan Wenbin shakily stood up, his lips pale, and he swallowed with difficulty:
“Damn it, what the hell was that thing?”
Immediately after, he stumbled his way out. Even in that state, he still had to find Brother Xiaoyuan.
As soon as Binbin emerged, he saw two figures locked together, crashing violently forward and kicking up a large cloud of dust.
It was the White Crane Deity and the old woman.
The White Crane Deity’s arms were thrust into the old woman’s chest, while the old woman’s two wooden sticks had pierced through the White Crane Deity’s shoulder blades.
Their struggle no longer held any aesthetic of combat; only the grueling test of endurance remained.
But anyone with eyes could see that the old woman’s ferocity persisted, while the White Crane Deity’s aura was gradually waning.
There was nothing that could be done; Lin Shuyou’s body was, after all, that of a normal human, while the old woman was no longer truly human.
Furthermore, the White Crane Deity’s combat style had always been direct and aggressive, disliking evasion, which placed an enormous burden on this body.

The old woman looked up at the bloodied figure there, her eyes filled with heartbroken madness. This was her life’s work and obsession, and it had turned into this state just before success.
She knew that even if she could start over, she would not live to see “Grandma Yu” fully recover in this lifetime.
But she hadn’t given up, just as she hadn’t hesitated to ruin her hands to dig herself out of the grave all those years ago. Over the years, her focus might no longer have been on success, but simply on the habit of living a life filled with obsession.
The old woman shouted, “There’s a reservoir to the southwest! Please go there!”
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a distinctive tremor.
This was a special way of communicating only between her and “Grandma Yu.” She believed the bloodied figure, now in a state of frenzy, could clearly understand her words.
Li Zhuiyuan quickly noticed that the bloodied figure beneath him seemed to calm down slightly.
Decades of companionship and service had intertwined the old woman and “Grandma Yu”; they had long been connected, dependent on each other. Otherwise, the old woman wouldn’t have increasingly resembled that mud idol.
However, Li Zhuiyuan knew that this dependence was more like a deposit; the true “Grandma Yu” had already transferred a part of herself to the old woman.
When she fully recovered, it would be time to kill the old woman and retrieve her own essence.
This was the reward for serving an evil spirit.

“Thump thump thump!!!”
The bloodied figure beneath him began to run, moving very quickly, leaping with each stride, leaving a crater with every landing.
Li Zhuiyuan remained on her back. In truth, he could have dismounted by now; by normal standards, she should have been destroyed.
The problem was, Li Zhuiyuan had to ensure her complete suppression and elimination.
Allowing her to escape, no matter how weakened, would be like leaving a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows.
“Brother Xiaoyuan…”
Tan Wenbin watched, mouth agape and dumbfounded, as Brother Xiaoyuan rode the bloodied figure away.
Seeing that the bloodied figure had left, the old woman exerted force with both arms, driving the wooden sticks that had pierced the White Crane Deity’s shoulder blades into the ground. Then, she raised her claw, aiming to strike the White Crane Deity’s face.
The White Crane Deity lifted a foot and kicked her.
“Bang!”
The old woman momentarily retracted her strength, her body soaring. She used the force of his kick to her advantage, escaping the White Crane Deity’s grasp.
After landing some distance away, she glared resentfully at the White Crane Deity.
The White Crane Deity bent his calves, feet flat on the ground, and with the wooden sticks scraping against his wounds, he stood upright again.
The old woman took a deep breath, no longer advancing to fight. Instead, she bent down and ran on all fours towards the southwest.
The White Crane Deity remained standing still.
“Don’t just stand there, chase her!” Tan Wenbin rushed to his side, urging him on.
But the three incense sticks on the White Crane Deity’s crane crown had already broken off and fallen, and the vertical pupils in his eyes began to dissipate.
This clearly meant he was fading. His last stand was likely just to maintain his dignity and create a deterrent, preventing the old woman from taking the opportunity to finish him off.
“You…”
Tan Wenbin’s chest heaved with urgency. Then, realizing something, he immediately ran to his hiking bag and pulled out a set of talisman needles prepared by Brother Xiaoyuan.
Brother Xiaoyuan had explained their use to him; they were easy to understand because they were simply too brutal.
But at this moment, he couldn’t afford to worry about anything else. The old woman had already left, and someone from their side had to go after her.
“Sorry, A-You!”
Tan Wenbin stood beside Lin Shuyou, grabbing two sealing talisman needles in each hand. In one go, he inserted all four of them—two in front, two in back.
Sealing talismans are used to seal evil spirits. A-Li drew these talismans because, according to Li Zhuiyuan’s account, he had sealed the small black snake into the compass by drawing a spell with his bare hands.
After the four sealing talisman needles were inserted, Lin Shuyou’s previously wilting and collapsing body suddenly stiffened, and his dissipating pupils transformed back into vertical pupils.
This effectively re-sealed the White Crane Deity, who was about to depart, back into the body, preventing him from leaving.
Tan Wenbin then took out four “break-evil” talisman needles and inserted them directly!
“Break-evil” talismans are used to expel and destroy evil spirits. Although the Guanjiangshou are subordinates of Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, their former selves were either demons or ghost kings, and their form of existence is not much different from evil spirits.
First, seal the furnace, and then add more fuel. This was essentially burning the White Crane Deity within Lin Shuyou’s body.
Tan Wenbin could only sigh inwardly: *As expected of my Brother Yuanzi, he can even think of such a brutal method of enhancement.*
Large areas of Lin Shuyou’s skin began to seep blood, and black mist sprayed out and flowed back from his seven orifices.
Even with the painted face, a clear distortion could still be seen on his entire face.
The White Crane Deity turned his head to look at Tan Wenbin, and at the same time, reached out, grabbed Tan Wenbin by the neck, and lifted him.
With his feet off the ground and struggling to breathe, Tan Wenbin still managed to raise a hand and point southwest.
That was the direction the evil spirit had fled.
The White Crane Deity’s vertical pupils turned crimson. For the first time, he hesitated between killing the person in front of him and killing the evil spirit.
As a Guanjiangshou, this was the first time he had been treated like this after possessing a medium.
This was no longer just disrespect; it was treating him purely as livestock, whipping him fiercely even after he was exhausted.
*How dare they?*
But in the end, his sense of duty prevailed over his emotions, and the White Crane Deity released his grip.
Tan Wenbin fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently.
Immediately, the White Crane Deity’s form flickered, moving with extreme speed towards the southwest.
Tan Wenbin watched his disappearing back,
and remarked:
“Cough, cough, cough… Honestly, he’s much stronger now.”

While running, the bloodied figure beneath him tried several times to reach back and grab him.
But each time she made such an attempt, Li Zhuiyuan would intensify the karmic fire, causing her more pain and forcing her to give up.
Additionally, Li Zhuiyuan had been trying to control her using methods from Wei Zhengdao’s black leather book. Although unsuccessful, it did disrupt her thoughts, keeping her in a state of frenzied madness.
At the same time, he also gleaned some fragmented memory images.
In these memories, he saw Grandma Yu meeting the young woman covered in mud, her hands almost rotting. He saw the woman holding up the clay pot to serve her. He saw Grandma Yu teaching the woman the method of “Duo Qing Mud Idol.” He saw the woman helping to sculpt the mud idol and then meticulously repairing it for decades, day in and day out.
Some of the images were very dark and appeared frequently. They always depicted the night, with the woman sleeping, and black mist flowing from the mud idol, slowly entering her nostrils with her breath.
At that time, the transformation and control of the woman had already begun.
Coupled with the fact that Grandma Yu, over all these years, had only passed down one “Duo Qing Mud Idol” for her own repair and one formation diagram, it clearly showed Grandma Yu’s caution towards this servant.
The old woman’s nearly lifelong devout service truly seemed like unrequited devotion.
The memory images only covered the period after they resurfaced, with nothing from before. The memories were layered here, and no matter how Li Zhuiyuan tried, he couldn’t break through this barrier, thus making it impossible to perform deep-level memory modification or exert complete control over her.

Ahead, a reservoir appeared.
She wanted to return to the water.
That way, at the very least, she could relocate and start anew.
Li Zhuiyuan looked up. Under no circumstances would he allow her to return to the water.
*If I can’t control you, then I’ll interfere with you.*
Soon, within Grandma Yu’s frenzied consciousness, the voice of her servant, the old woman, repeatedly rang out:
“You’ve gone the wrong way, it’s northeast!”
“Hurry to the northeast, the reservoir is ahead!”
“Hurry, that’s your only chance!”
These voices were all implanted by Li Zhuiyuan.
Grandma Yu, beneath him, was blind and had lost her concrete perception of the outside world. Upon hearing these vocal cues, she stopped and began to face northeast.
It worked.
Yet, even so, Li Zhuiyuan still had to admit that this thing was truly difficult to kill.
The souls of ordinary people would instantly be annihilated if they came into contact with such karmic fire, but this entity had endured for so long and still had life force flowing from it.
No wonder the Dragon King of the Qin and Liu families couldn’t completely kill her back then. Being hard to kill was also a kind of ability.
*But I don’t believe it; how much longer can you hold on?*
Although Li Zhuiyuan was tired now, he was far from exhausted. After all, he persistently practiced breathing exercises, and his spiritual energy was being rigorously trained by A-Li.
The young man was confident that if he were given more time to wear her down, she would undoubtedly be the one to die in the end.

However, no sooner had she run a short distance northeast than the old woman appeared.
The sudden appearance of a third party in this two-person standoff truly gave Li Zhuiyuan a headache.
It seemed the White Crane Deity ultimately couldn’t stop her.
His original plan involved a comprehensive process to gradually extract Lin Shuyou’s potential, draining him completely.
But who knew he’d end up “riding a horse”?
Seeing Grandma Yu, who was already at the edge of the reservoir, suddenly start running in the opposite direction, the old woman immediately shouted:
“You’re going the wrong way, you’re going the wrong way!”
Li Zhuiyuan’s fingers still clutched the eye sockets of Grandma Yu beneath him, continuing to exert his influence:
“Keep running, keep running!”
Two voices of attendants simultaneously appeared in Grandma Yu’s mind, creating a violent conflict.
Grandma Yu stopped. She was plunged into painful confusion, but she instinctively knew she couldn’t stay still, or the karmic fire would surely burn her to death. Her time was running out.
The old woman’s eyes narrowed, and she darted like a cat, swiftly circling around to Grandma Yu’s back, intending to attack Li Zhuiyuan.
She had realized that the young man seemed to possess some mysterious means of influencing Grandma Yu.
Li Zhuiyuan didn’t persist; he promptly let go and slid off Grandma Yu’s back, then performed a series of rolls to evade her frantic swinging.
The old woman was startled at first, then continued to shout at Grandma Yu: “Quickly turn around and run back, quickly turn around and run back!”
Li Zhuiyuan, while retreating, silently chanted in his mind: “Don’t listen to her, keep running forward, keep running forward!”
Grandma Yu could only remain rooted to the spot, stomping and hitting the ground frantically. She truly didn’t know whose instructions to follow.
“Damn it!”
Seeing that the young man could still exert influence even after leaving Grandma Yu’s body, the old woman no longer hesitated and lunged directly at Li Zhuiyuan.
Li Zhuiyuan continued to retreat, but the distance between them was rapidly closing.
He felt a little helpless; his biggest disadvantage right now was physical confrontation. So, he planned to use a spell of intimidation to force her back or into confusion, just as he did with Lin Shuyou in the teaching building, thereby buying himself time to escape.
The young man chanted a spell, forming hand seals, concentrating his essence, energy, and spirit at his fingertips.
Just as he was about to unleash it, a swift figure suddenly appeared, directly knocking the old woman away.
The old woman let out a shriek and flew a considerable distance.
On the spot, the figure of the White Crane Deity appeared.
Li Zhuiyuan looked at the eight needles stuck in the White Crane Deity’s body and inwardly mused: *Zhuangzhuang did well.*
When he got back, he would have to tell Zhuangzhuang that he didn’t need to insert so many; four would have been enough.
Eight… even the young man himself thought it was too brutal.
The White Crane Deity’s gaze fell on Li Zhuiyuan, and from the color of his vertical pupils, clear anger could be discerned.
The next moment, he raised his fist towards Li Zhuiyuan.
Li Zhuiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You want to force me to promise to save your medium afterward, but I don’t like being threatened.”
Upon hearing this, the White Crane Deity’s vertical pupils turned completely crimson, his anger reaching its peak.
Perhaps he couldn’t comprehend why his medium had fallen into such a state, being treated like an ox or horse and worked to death.
Li Zhuiyuan didn’t indulge him, pointing towards where the old woman had fallen:
“Go, do your job.”
The White Crane Deity’s fist made a sound, but ultimately did not strike Li Zhuiyuan. Instead, his figure flashed, and he once again kicked down the old woman who had just gotten up, raising his fist and fiercely striking her.
It was as if he wanted to vent all his boundless rage onto her.
The old woman could only passively endure the blows, but her gaze fell upon Grandma Yu, who was still standing there:
“Quickly turn around… turn around and run… the reservoir is there.”
Li Zhuiyuan slowly walked towards Grandma Yu, raising his left hand, index finger pressed against his temple: “Don’t listen to her, she’s lying to you, keep running forward, keep running forward.”
Grandma Yu turned and ran towards the reservoir.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked at the woman who was being pummeled by the White Crane Deity, her bones constantly shattering and scattering. She was smiling.
Grandma Yu had listened to her words.
It wasn’t that Li Zhuiyuan’s imitation was unconvincing; rather, it was because the old woman was now on the verge of death. She had stubbornly endured two rounds of the White Crane Deity’s self-enhancement and even held the upper hand to some extent, but she truly couldn’t withstand the forcefully imposed third round of brutal enhancement from the White Crane Deity.
Grandma Yu had heard the dying intent in her servant’s voice, which was why she believed her.
And this was something Li Zhuiyuan couldn’t currently imitate, unless he deliberately allowed the White Crane Deity to beat him to death.
Soon, Grandma Yu rushed into the reservoir, jumped into the water, and vanished.
The old woman looked at Li Zhuiyuan with a triumphant expression; she had succeeded, she had saved her “Grandma.”
Her life had originally been given by “Grandma” all those years ago, and now she had given her life back to her.
She couldn’t help but feel a little dazed, wondering if her teenage self, had she simply jumped into the river and died, would have been spared decades of futile struggles.
But she was still happy, even though she was truly dying.
Bone fractures appeared all over her body. If Tan Wenbin were there, he would excitedly shout: “She’s almost done!”
Li Zhuiyuan didn’t exchange any words with the old woman. He also didn’t want to tell her that Grandma Yu had always been wary of her, and that she was merely a part of Grandma Yu’s “repair material.”
Because even if he told her, the old woman would simply smile calmly and say she knew all along, and that it was all her own will.
She had lived her entire life under this obsession, and she wouldn’t change before dying. It would only make her feel that her sacrifice was even more sacred.
The White Crane Deity continued to strike. The one beneath his hands was powerless to resist; her bones were simply tough, and he was merely wearing down her last breath.
So, the Deity looked up at Li Zhuiyuan.
A faint hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
*You still let that thing escape after all.*

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan’s lips.
This smile puzzled both the dying old woman and the White Crane Deity.
Li Zhuiyuan walked to the edge of the reservoir and squatted down sideways.
He dipped his left hand into the water and scooped up a handful.
His right index finger slowly pointed towards his glabella.
Wei Zhengdao was a very interesting person. When he wrote his books, he would gloss over things he considered less important, but for anything he labeled “harming the harmony of heaven,” he would write in painstaking detail.
Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan had seen this particular spell, and he memorized all the books he read, though he never truly *learned* it.
However, earlier when he read Grandma Yu’s memories, there was a scene of the old woman performing the “Duo Qing Mud Idol” spell.
Understanding the principles and having a “teacher” demonstrate it live, and most importantly… this spell was inherently very simple, as crude and rudimentary as the formation diagram Grandma Yu taught to the acrobatics troupe.
“Come, Li Lan, the moment to witness your yearning for me has arrived.”
The index finger pressed against his glabella moved away and touched the water cupped in his left hand.
Half of the water in his palm turned black.
Li Zhuiyuan knew this was his unfortunate father.
The next moment,
The water in his palm instantly became completely black. Not only that, it even began to boil, manifesting with extreme intensity!
The dying old woman’s eyes widened. Over the decades, she had kidnapped countless children and witnessed the most profound parental longing, but none of it could compare to the scene before her.
*If Grandma could have such a bond as nourishment, she would surely recover quickly…*
In an instant, the old woman understood something. Her eyes filled with terror and fear. She tried to struggle, but she was already powerless. Even when she tried to project her spirit again, the White Crane Deity’s vertical pupils spun, completely isolating her within.
She could only watch helplessly as the young man held the boiling black water in one hand, while making a dog-calling sound towards the surface of the reservoir:
“Chup chup chup… chup chup chup…
Grandma, dinner’s ready.”
The previously calm surface of the water rippled once more. The bloodied figure, now largely pale and necrotic with flesh peeling off, greedily returned to the shore and crawled out of the water.
At this point, Grandma Yu was too weak even to stand. She could only slowly crawl forward, truly resembling a dog.
Li Zhuiyuan extended his left hand forward to continue luring Grandma Yu closer; his right hand spread open, and karmic fire flared up again, ready to send Grandma Yu on her final journey.
However, looking at the boiling black water in his left hand, Li Zhuiyuan couldn’t help but sigh:
“Li Lan, just how much do you miss me?”
Grandma Yu finally crawled over. As she lifted her head, eager to devour the “exceptionally delicious” black water, Li Zhuiyuan flicked his left hand back and slapped his right hand directly onto her forehead.
The karmic fire re-adhered to her entire body. This time, she could no longer flail or resist; she could only passively emit a tragic wail, and the last remnants of her flesh rapidly sloughed off.
Li Zhuiyuan smiled as he watched her miserable state and spoke:
“Li Zhuiyuan, successor of the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families.
Today,
I send Grandma Yu on her way.”
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