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Cheng Miaozhen lightly knitted her eyebrows.
She gently shook her head, looked away, and gazed at the people around her.
There were already more than a hundred people around the White Bone Tower, with varying expressions.
The identities of these hundreds of people were different.
There were young scholars, middle-aged masters, teenage swordsmen, and elderly men.
None of these surprised Cheng Miaozhen.
What surprised her was the presence of many women, including young girls, old women, and middle-aged women.
Some of them were solemnly staring at the bones, some were weeping, some were burning with anger.
Some were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing towards the villa gates.
Some were weeping loudly.
She soon understood the reason why these women came to see the White Bone Tower.
Someone in their family had died at the hands of Evil Sect's sorcerers, and they came to see the White Bone Tower, thinking that the great revenge had been taken.
