Funerary mound, first seat.
As the footsteps and angry cries of the cultivators demanded the head of the yiling patriarch, in a cave network stood Wei ying carrying little Wen Yuan.
Nie huaisang: Wei ying!
Nie huaisang arrived wearing a cape while running towards her friend.
Wei ying looked at her best friend arrived and smiled.
The only person who had supported him.
Wei ying: A-Sang, take A-Yuan and get him to safety!
Nie huaisang hugged A-Yuan and held that she saw her friend give her two talismans (Wei ying casually told her that it will be useful to her in the future). As Nie huaisang saw her friend leave with a sad look at her, resentment began to envelop Wei ying.
Nie huaisang shouted: A - Ying! I swear on my existence that those who caused this massacre and all this injustice will be brought to justice! I swear to you!
cried as resentment completely surrounded her friend and all hell broke loose.
To be continued...