At the location behind the mountain, one grave follows another.
In front of the graves, offerings are placed, along with white paper money; the soul-summoning banners waft gently, and the white paper banners flutter.
Sitting on the ground, she gulps down the wine, but the taste is quite poor.
In the past, Ye Linglong would have just smelled it and poured it out.
When she was born, her father had already advanced to the Golden Core stage. As a top second-generation cultivator, her quality of life was extremely high. She wouldn't eat non-top-tier spiritual cuisine or drink non-top-tier spirit wine, and she never repeated an outfit in a month.
But sitting in front of the grave, Ye Linglong drank the spirit wine without any disdain.
Because this was an offering from her Dao companion, Lu Xuanji, for her.
"Father, have I made a mistake?"
Ye Linglong asked.
