Kapitel 269: A Dying Monk in the Pile of Bones

The words were carved deeply into the stone with a sharp blade in awe-inspiring strokes.

Ning Que looked at the line of words on the stele. His brows rose slowly. He did not lament but looked at it in silence for a long time. And then, he left without saying anything. He looked to the side, avoiding the bones by his feet.

He walked around the no-word stele a couple of times before returning to the front of it. He raised his head once more, looking at the stele in silence. His brows were raised so high that they looked as if they might take flight. He pointed to the words on the stele and said with a small smile, "My Youngest Uncle wrote that."