The Truth a Hundred Years Ago

Old Master Fu did not say anything else, but Lin Jing could feel that Old Master Fu's memories of back then were deeply traumatized. Seeing his teachers and classmates die in front of him was a huge blow to the 18-year-old Old Master Fu.

Later on, Old Master Fu had also gone to Longqi Mountain to investigate the truth, but for all sorts of inexplicable reasons, he could not find any clues in the end.

"Madam, Old Master Fu finally instructed me not to disturb him in the future."

"Mm, I understand." After hanging up, Xia Wanyuan frowned slightly when she thought of Old Master Fu's "alive". A thousand-year-old ancient tomb. What was alive? Was it human or something else?

In the small courtyard of the Fu family, Old Master Fu quietly looked at the flowers and plants in front of him. His weathered face was filled with the sadness of memories.

He thought of his mentor's last wish many years ago.