Almost simultaneously, a soul shot into the heavenly scripture, and the previously wordless heavenly scripture suddenly appeared with mysterious symbols.
"Little Wei!" Sheng Yu wailed, holding the girl's corpse.
The next moment, the door was suddenly slammed open, and seven or eight middle-aged men in Taoist robes rushed in.
"Little Wei," the leading middle-aged man saw Xiao Wei lying in a pool of blood, and his face suddenly changed.
"Sheng Yu, you bastard, return my daughter," the leading middle-aged man angrily shouted.
Determination flashed in Sheng Yu's eyes: "Master, this is all my fault. Don't take action; I will use my blood to compensate for my junior sister."
As the words fell, Sheng Yu's eyes glittered with tears.
"Little Wei, I was wrong. I was wholly devoted to martial arts, only thinking of becoming a saint but neglected the most important things around me. When you slashed yourself for me, I finally realized what I truly wanted, but it was too late."
