Qin Ruo, the alchemist of the Profound Cloud Continent, was attacked by several opponents when he was about to become one with the pill. His soul managed to escape and possessed the body of the third son of the head of the ancient Qin Clan in Wuzhen's six major families named Qin Ruo. As the son of a big Huaxia family who couldn't cultivate, he was abandoned so as not to bring shame on them. With this body, Qin Ruo would strive to regain his former glory. Anyone on his way would only be a stepping stone.
The two walked up the dark stairs to the sixth floor of the building. Some of the voice-activated lights in the stairs were broken. Zao Qing opened the door. Two people walked into this room with an area of 88 square meters. The room was a bit gloomy because the curtains were drawn. Zao Qing came to the window, opened the curtains, and a ray of sunlight came in almost parallel from the west.
"Yeah!" Zao Qing nodded with a smile, and said, "I didn't expect that when I got home, I felt a warm feeling." Zao Qing came to the coffee table and boiled some boiling water with the electric kettle. Then sit on the sofa. She pointed to the center of the living room and said, "This is where my father died."
Qin Ruo glanced at the center of the living room, and it was obvious that the floor on the ground was newly replaced. There was not a single trace of blood in the past on the clean floor.
Qin Ruo said: "Forget the past. We must learn to forget some things."