"This is an opportunity granted by the heavens; you should know what must be done. The events of those years at the Xiao Mansion must never repeat themselves."
A crack of thunder flashed, illuminating the old woman sitting cross-legged and turning her prayer beads within the tent. Her words were devoid of warmth, cruelly deciding that Jiang Yue should be left to fend for herself, before she began to softly chant sutras for inner peace and detachment.
A fierce gust of wind blew the windows open. The howling cold, accompanied by rain, surged inward, instantly extinguishing the candle flames on the side table that held the shrine and spirit tablets, leaving only two red embers flickering in the dark.
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