It rained heavily overnight, and a rainbow appeared in the sky. Along with the bright morning light, it filled the earth.
The freshness of the rain mixed with the strong smell of blood rushed towards my face.
No matter how tired people are, they can't help but feel their spirits shaken.
Qin Tian's face was terribly pale. He stared at the half-opened door of the ancestral hall. He gritted his teeth, raised his heavy steps, and walked over firmly.
Ji Xing wanted to follow, but was stopped by Jin Dun.
Although Jin Dun didn't make any moves, he stood in front of him, which made Ji Xing feel awe-inspiring. Without fighting, he knew in an instant that the opponent was crushing him.
"The ancestral hall is an important place and outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."
After Jin Dun warned Ji Xing, he looked at Qin Tian and said in a deep voice: "Young Master!"
"You are the youngest grandmaster I have ever seen. I admit that back then, everyone in the Qin family looked away and underestimated you!"
"But, the old lady is your biological grandmother."
"If you dare to touch her, I, Jin Dun, will die and I will make your blood splatter on the spot!"
"Don't forget, I was already a master twenty years ago!"
As soon as he said this, a violent energy suddenly surged from his body, pressing towards Qin Tian.
This is the most severe warning!
Also a threat!
Qin Tian paused slightly and sneered: "Kiss grandma?"
"Is she worthy?"
"If something happens to my wife, you will all be buried with her!"
Then, he ignored Jin Dun and walked in quickly.
This is the holy land of the Qin family, this place where he was once the hope of the next generation and where he was taught earnestly.
When he stepped across the threshold and entered the house, the simple and solemn atmosphere seemed to cut off the bloody storm outside for an instant.
Quiet, peaceful.
It's like a wise old man, who has seen all kinds of good and bad, victorious and defeated, sitting here, quietly waiting for his return on that snowy night.
For some reason, Qin Tian unexpectedly calmed down.
It was as if the restless body and mind that had been wandering outside for many years had been comforted.
The morning light outside the window shines in through the old wooden window lattice. On the altar opposite, there are statues, half bright and half dark.
It is both solemn and mysterious.
Qin Tian saw an old figure in front of the altar, wearing a robe embroidered with gold thread, and his pale hair was pinned with a gold hairpin.
Her movements were slow and powerful, and she was adding incense to the statue in front of her.
Seeing the appearance of the statue, Qin Tian couldn't help but shrink his pupils. The floodgates of memory were instantly opened, and the scene of him being surrounded by his grandfather's knees when he was a child flooded his mind like a flood that burst a dam.
Then, he remembered what Qin Biao said not long ago before the decisive battle with Qin Biao at Yingzui Stream and Sheshen Cliff.
"Do you know why grandpa and uncle jumped from here?"
"Maybe this is the door to another world..."
His heart was instantly confused.
"Where's Su Su?" After a long time, he asked in a trembling voice.
When he didn't see Su Su, he suddenly panicked. It was like a junior high school student who had lost his beloved lover.
The image of the evil god who was fearless in the face of five hundred dead men just now disappeared.
The old lady turned around slowly, and when she saw Qin Tian like this, there was another look of disgust in her eyes.
He said angrily: "I have been away from home for a few years. I thought you would become more capable, but I didn't expect that you are still as good as this!"
"Just like your useless father, he lost his soul because of a woman!"
Qin Tian should have been furious at the scolding from the other side. For some reason, he felt a little ashamed when he saw the old woman's majestic look.
She actually feels that she is not as good as a woman even though she is a tall and handsome man.
It seemed as if the other party was a man who stood upright and raced with his fists, while he was an indecisive woman.