"Ge'er, our Mu Family is not originally from Linchuan..."
The grass fluff flies, the green grass sways.
In a picturesque quiet place, a solitary green tomb stands. Beside it, an ancient tree thrives luxuriantly, layers of leaves forming a canopy, providing it shade from the sun.
Mu Qingge stood in front of the tomb, gazing at the tombstone, but her mind was contemplating what her grandfather had told her yesterday.
The Mu Family is not from Linchuan?
Then where are they from?
All along, Mu Qingge thought that the Mu Family were natives of Linchuan, but to her surprise, they were not!
How vast is the world beyond Linchuan, indeed?
Through the ages, passed down from generation to generation, the truth has become blurred.
Even Mu Xiong only knew that the Mu Family migrated to Linchuan thousands of years ago. The origins have long been unknown. The only thing that could prove the Mu Family's identity was a scroll of tattered scripture.
