258 The Sacrificial Offering

On the mountain peak, the moonlight was like water.

The silver-haired old woman was enjoying the cold in front of the thatched cottage.

Although she was said to be an old woman, in fact, other than her head full of silver hair, one could not find any traces of the passage of time on her body. Her appearance still retained the appearance of a young girl. If one did not know the inside story, they would definitely not be able to guess, she was an existence on the level of the clear water sect's patriarch.

However, time urged one to grow old. A few hundred years ago, she was valiant and valiant, charming most of the cultivators in the eastern wastelands. Now, she had become the silver-haired patriarch of the clear water sect.

"What is love in the world? Does it directly teach people to love each other to the death?"

It was unknown what the Patriarch of the clear water sect thought of, but he could not help but sigh faintly.