Cyan Bamboo Mountain Market, back mountain.
"Old He, you're quite lucky, even in death someone comes to bury you."
In the drizzle, having gone out to buy some supplies and passing by the back mountain on the way back, Lin Chang'an decided to take a look at Old He's grave.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, countless cultivators die without a burial place.
However, just as Lin Chang'an was about to leave, shaking his head, he seemed to notice something, and narrowed his eyes.
"This is... someone has been here!"
Old He's grave had deliberate attempts to erase traces, but the surrounding weeds had clearly been cleaned up.
"Could Old He possibly have family?"
Lin Chang'an was astonished. He distinctly remembered that Old He's family was all dead, unlikely that someone with a generous heart would tidy up the back mountain.
"Maybe someone cried at the wrong grave!?"
Watching with a heavy expression, Lin Chang'an noticed that the cleaned weeds were clearly done by hand.
