Fang Xing flew over, looking at the tombs. In front of each tomb stood a stele without any inscriptions, but when his gaze fell upon it, he naturally knew who was buried in each tomb and the memories this person left in Chu Ci's heart. He looked at a stele and saw Chu Ci's mother, a stunning yet cold woman who treated everyone coldly, including Chu Ci, and hanged herself in the deep palace when Chu Ci was three...
He saw Chu Ci's father, an emperor in a domain, whose nature was hearty and straightforward. But regrettably, emperors could only live to ninety-five, so he could not cultivate. Ultimately, he indulged in pleasure, willingly becoming a puppet controlled by the entire Chu family... At this moment, he might still be alive, but detached from worldly affairs. He didn't even know how many children he had; to Chu Ci, he was already dead.
