Uncle Lin is gone.

In the ancestral hall that has become a ruin, there is a brand new spirit card.

Mai Gate, Cao Erba took over as the head.

The 10,000-year-old lightning peachwood sword in his hand is the token of the master.

Hu Chuan and others, who were far away in the water town south of the Yangtze River, received the bad news and hurried over.

At this moment, Cao Erba has been kneeling in the ancestral hall for a day and a night; for him, Lin Zhenying is not only a master, but also an existence like a father, and his sadness can be imagined.