Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Wu Yi let out a long sigh and remained silent for a while.,"He disappeared during the battle with your father." Fu Zimo said calmly.,The two knelt before Xiao Fan's grave for a long time, their backs straight, yet still giving off a mournful feeling. It wasn't until the sun emerged from behind the mountain peak, its rays filtering through the branches of the peach blossom tree and falling upon the two figures, that the air of sorrow lessened by a fraction.。