296 The origin of Bright Moon Lake

The Middle Three Heavens… the Mo Clan…

Mo Qingwu's small body was curled-up as she sat in front of the doorsteps. Her small hands were holding her cheeks, and her saddened eyes stared blankly into the distance; a worn-out scabbard was nestled in her bosom.

"Hah…" she sighed sadly. She had heaved a deep sigh in spite of her tender age; it indicated the vicissitudes that she had seen in her life.

Mo Qingwu felt as if her entire world had changed.

Everything that she had known so far in this lifetime was in the past.

The present situation seemed to have changed beyond recognition.

[Those elixirs have been reduced by a dozen layers. Moreover, I can't find even one of those purple crystals which are considered to be priceless treasures when it comes to providing auxiliary aid to cultivation.]