Yang Ye didn’t go berserk, and he just knelt there before Feng Yu.

Since he stepped foot into the Sword Sect until now, all the effort he’d exerted were for the sake of allowing his family to live a happier and better life. However, his mother had died, and she’d died because of a rule that the Palace Master of the Flower Palace had set over 10,000 years ago.

Hah! How fucking laughable!

A rule that a person who died 10,000 years ago set caused my mother to lose her life! How truly laughable!

Hatred! Boundless hatred welled up within him! He hated everyone in the Flower Palace, and he hated himself even more for being incapable!

Regret! He regretted not rushing back home earlier before his mother exposed her identity that day!

If…. Unfortunately, there were no ifs!

Xiao Yuxi accompanied Yang Ye and knelt there in front of Feng Yu as well. She didn’t say anything because it was useless no matter what she said now. All she could do was accompany Yang Ye and share his pain!

After a long time passed, Yang Ye helped Xiao Yuxi up, and then he placed Feng Yu’s corpse into the tiny vortex. After that, he said, “Yuxi, help me take care of my younger sister, Little Yao, who’s at the Talisman Master’s Association...