Assassination at the Grave (3)
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Gazing at the tombstone, memories of Grandmaster Bai's presence flashed through Xu Qing's mind. He picked up the incense stick that Ting Yu handed him, lit it, and placed it in front of the grave. He then knelt down and kowtowed.
Parents bestowed the body and soul, education shaped one's life, hence a teacher was as important as parents in one's life.
Old Master Seventh was like this, and so was Grandmaster Bai.
He understood this principle since he was a child. He realized that in this chaotic world, those who earnestly imparted knowledge were forever deserving of gratitude.
However, the instant Xu Qing kowtowed, the few clouds floating at a low altitude in the sky suddenly swayed. There was no preemptive burst of killing intent, no forewarning chill.
These clouds suddenly changed, forming a huge cloud palm that rapidly pressed down on Xu Qing, who was in front of the tomb on the ground.