Chapter 443 The Tenth Day of the Twelfth Lunar Month, Xu Ronger's Death Anniversary

"Master Tang, I have something to do tomorrow and I have to go to Tiandou City. If you have anything to say to Qinghe, I can convey it for you." Ning Fengzhi spoke first.

"Please tell Emperor Qinghe that our Haotian Sect is willing to form an alliance with the Tiandou Empire to fight against the power of the Spirit Hall."

Tang Xiao's words echoed in the hall, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Ning Fengzhi's answer. Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon turned into surprise. He smiled slightly and said, "Master Tang, this matter is important. I need to discuss it with the Emperor of the Tiandou Empire before I can reply." Tang Xiao nodded slightly, "Of course, I will wait for your news."

Ning Fengzhi said goodbye to Tang Xiao and hurriedly left the Haotian Sect. This time, he did not bring any guards and rode alone. The Haotian Sect was willing to form an alliance with the Tiandou Empire. This was indeed the news that the Haotian Sect and the Tiandou Empire wanted to hear.

But this decision will inevitably lead to a strong counterattack from the Spirit Hall. He took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He wanted to let the Spirit Hall know that the alliance with the Tiandou Empire and the Haotian Sect was not so easy to break.

He left his horse at a post station outside Tiandou City and walked alone to a cemetery.

As night fell, Ning Fengzhi stood at the edge of the cemetery, looking at the scene in front of him. This is a vast cemetery, silent and solemn. In the night, the lights of Tiandou City in the distance were brilliant, forming a sharp contrast with this cemetery.

At this time, snowflakes were floating in the sky, like elves between heaven and earth, dancing lightly. This cemetery seemed to be the most suitable stage for them, silent and solemn. Ning Fengzhi stood there quietly, looking at the scene in front of him, but his heart was fluctuating.

He slowly came to an unnamed tombstone, sat next to it, closed his eyes, and seemed to hear the sleeping souls whispering to him, their voices were full of joys and sorrows, or joy or sorrow. He took a deep breath, suppressed the whispers that disturbed his mind, and sat quietly.

Ning Fengzhi's heart was like a lake with a boulder thrown into it, stirring up layers of ripples. He whispered to the sleeping souls in front of this nameless tombstone, telling the confusion and worries in his heart. The snow fell heavier and heavier, as if it was the sky's confession, falling on him and his heart.

"It's almost there, Rong'er, it won't be long before I can come to accompany you."

"The sect abandoned you back then, and now I've abandoned the sect for you. I hope you don't blame me, I'm a selfish person."

Just like that, until the morning of the next day, Ning Fengzhi took a deep look at the tombstone, then left here and walked towards the direction of the Heaven Dou Empire.

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In the Pope's Palace, Jun Yi returned here after solving Tang San's problem. Early this morning, Bibi Dong woke Jun Yi up.

"Jun Yi, accompany me to a place." Bibi Dong was dressed in black today, and dressed very formally.

"Where to go? Do you want to call Sister Yanyan and Zhuqing?"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Jun Yi and said, "Forget it. You keep them both busy every day. It's finally dawn. You should let them rest for a while."

Bibi Dong took out a black dress and handed it to Jun Yi.

"Put it on and follow me."

Jun Yi was a little confused, but he didn't sense Bibi Dong's malice, so he put on the black dress. The dress fit him well, but it looked a bit like mourning clothes.

"Sister Dong'er, where are you going to take me?" Jun Yi asked.

"Tiandou Cemetery. Today is the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the anniversary of Rong'er's death."

Jun Yi nodded silently after hearing this. He looked at Bibi Dong's depressed expression, gently stroked her head, and then held her hand. Following Bibi Dong, it took only an incense stick of time to arrive at the cemetery outside Tiandou City. What caught my eye was a huge cemetery with four big characters "Tiandou Cemetery" written on the plaque at the door.

Jun Yi had been here several times, just to follow Ning Rongrong to worship her mother. This is a very quiet place. The sky is still snowing, and the snow on the ground makes this place more solemn. Only the occasional wind blowing through the treetops will break this tranquility.

Jun Yi followed Bibi Dong into the cemetery and stopped in front of an unnamed tombstone.

"Rong'er, I brought my lover to see you."

Bibi Dong stopped in front of the tomb and slowly closed her eyes, as if she was brewing emotions. Jun Yi stood beside her, looking at her quietly, without disturbing her silence. After a while, Bibi Dong began to speak: "Sister Rong'er, I am Bibi Dong, I came to see you. Look, I brought you your favorite lilies and your favorite cakes."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong took out a bunch of white lilies from her arms and gently placed them in front of the tomb. She lowered her head and gently stroked the tombstone, as if stroking her sister.

Jun Yi stood aside, looking at Bibi Dong's back, and couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart. He stretched out his hand and gently hugged Bibi Dong's waist, wanting to give her some warmth and support. Bibi Dong leaned on Jun Yi's chest and cried softly.

Jun Yi stroked Bibi Dong's hair and said softly: "Sister Dong'er, don't be too sad. Sister Rong'er also hopes to see you happy now in heaven." Bibi Dong nodded, wiped away her tears, and said again: "Sister Rong'er, look, I brought you my lover. He loves me very much, and I love him too. We will always be together and always happy."

Jun Yi looked at Bibi Dong and felt a little touched. He reached out and gently held Bibi Dong's shoulders, wanting to give her some comfort and support. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, blowing up Jun Yi's black clothes. Jun Yi pulled Bibi Dong into his arms.

At this time, Bibi Dong was no longer the majestic and domineering female pope who was above everyone else, but a weak woman who needed comfort. Jun Yi hugged Bibi Dong tightly, and his heartbeat echoed in the silent cemetery, as if giving Bibi Dong the most sincere comfort.

He looked at Bibi Dong gently, his heart full of love and pity for this woman. The two hugged each other quietly in front of the tomb, as if time had stopped at this moment, with only the two of them and this silent cemetery.

After a long while, Bibi Dong gradually calmed down. She raised her head, looked at Jun Yi, and said softly: "Jun Yi, thank you."

Jun Yi smiled slightly, gently stroked Bibi Dong's cheek, and said softly: "Sister Dong'er, don't say thank you, I will always be with you, Sister Dong'er, do you want me to take action and avenge Sister Rong'er?"

"No, this is too easy for them. I want these people to suffer and die in pain."

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