Not long after, Ling Tianyu returned to Dead Man Mountain and handed the wrapped blood-soaked soil to Ling Tianxue, briefly explaining the situation. The body of their revered ancestor was nowhere to be found, reduced to ashes.
Whether it was once made public or something else entirely, it no longer held any significance. Now that the body could not be found, nothing else mattered.
Ling Tianxue cradled the handful of blood-soaked soil, sitting on the sofa with eyes unavoidably reddening in tears. The dynasty rises and falls, and the victors and vanquished are both parts of it, but to have their ancestor reduced to nothingness was inhumane.
This was The City, where Ling Family's main support stood tall in the upper echelons, the very ancestor that had propelled the Ling Family to its peak. Even if nothing but a corpse had remained, it would have been something to hold onto.
