The Sword Firmament Pavilion was located in a mountain range and in this mountain range was a barren mountain without any signs of life. It was unimaginable that there would be such a barren land. After all, the Sword Firmament Pavilion occupied one of the best locations in the Great Qin Empire.

The barren mountain was filled with a bleak atmosphere and no one had expected that there would be a tomb here. A woman was standing before the tomb and her silhouette looked pitiful.

No one would link this silhouette with the gallant Bloody Rose of Locket Mountain. She had always put up a strong front in front of others, but today, tears were welling up in her eyes. However, she clenched her teeth and didn’t let her tears roll down her cheeks.

“Xin Yan, don’t forget who you are!” What Wang Yan said three days ago...