She must have waited for me for a long, long time.

"Should I open it?" Nangong ru asked with a smile.

Ling Chuxi nodded and slowly opened the box. There was only a letter in the box. There were no words on the envelope. Ling Chuxi took out the letter and saw the familiar handwriting on it. It was Senior Sister Nangong Yan's handwriting.

"Chuxi, I'm not sure if you can see this letter. But I still want to write it down, I don't have much time. However, I still can't fulfill my master's last wish. Perhaps, you can do it. Go to the Holy Land. You'll know everything there. You'll see master soon. Go, go to the Holy Land. " There was not much content in the letter, but it clearly stated where Ling Chuxi should go.

"Holy Land?" Ling Chuxi looked at Nangong ruxiao in confusion. She did not know where the Holy Land mentioned in the letter was.

"The Holy Land is ..." Nangong ruxiao had just spoken when she saw the letter in Ling Chuxi's hand turn into dust and disappear into the air.