Wuu, wuu, wuu...
Low cries and wailing sounds echoed in the Fox Valley, as if someone was weeping.
Cracks on the stele and tablet became increasingly numerous until they finally shattered with a "bang" sound.
"No need to mourn. Those descended from the Silver Fox lineage must cultivate and experience worldly tribulations. Only by overcoming them can we truly inherit the bloodline of our ancestors."
At this moment, that indifferent and ethereal voice resounded again.
Immediately, the mournful cries in the Fox Valley dissipated.
"Her cultivation level was not high enough to survive such a tribulation. It's her own fault."
"Aunt Rou, do you know who was so ruthless towards Third Sister?" In the darkness, a pair of eyes shone with a faint golden glow, blinking rapidly.
The voice of the fox was slightly immature but carried a hint of chill.