Qingwen glanced up at the "Mourning Tower", which looked very tall from the bottom of the tower.

The top of the tower glows faintly, like a lighthouse for the entire city of Wuyu.

In front of the door of the mourning tower, there were already two rows of neatly dressed girls lining up to greet them.

Their expressions are the same, and so are their movements, like finely carved humanoid stone statues.

"Welcome Senior Sister Xuanji back to Shuzhong!"

Neat and loud, the timbre of these girls seemed so consistent, which made Qingwen feel a little flattered.

Suddenly, there were a lot of junior sisters, just like a dream.

Qingwen followed Lady Iris into the tower.

The space inside the tower was much simpler than she had imagined, with a spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower, and on the walls around it, there were countless lattices with many small boxes placed in them.

It's like an urn.

"That is the remains of the sacrificed disciples of the Tang Sect and the successive 'grandmothers', and the reason why it is called the Mourning Pagoda is also for this reason!"

Qingwen swept an empty grid, although there seemed to be a wooden sign hanging on the grid, which seemed to have the word 'Xinyue' written on it.

"This..."Qingwen felt a little strange, but she didn't dare to ask more.

However, although there were the remains of martyrs all around, Qingwen surprisingly felt very stable.

There was not the slightest bit of fear.

"That's one of Grandma's most important disciples, it's a pity that it's missing!" Mrs. Iris saw at a glance what Qingwen wanted to ask, and explained directly: "It's a pity that it's an alternative to the next grandma!"

"I know that 'grandma' is an identity, but why aren't you a candidate, madam?" Qingwen is a little strange, according to Mrs. Iris's reputation, there should be no problem as a candidate for "grandma".

"This is a long story, not everyone can be the position of 'grandma' if they want to, I can only tell you that I don't have that ability!" Mrs. Iris smiled: "Actually, I prefer to be with those young girls, just like raising my own children!"

The two climbed the stairs, although the tower was very high, Qingwen didn't feel tired at all.

But there is one thing that makes Qingwen a little uncomfortable, that is, she feels like she is being watched.

"On this step, there is a 'grandma' true qi cover, if it is an invited person, you can go up without much effort, but other people will feel very tired and unable to reach the top of the tower!"

"Hmm!" Qingwen could feel that powerful existence, although the feeling was only faint, but there was that powerful and kind aura everywhere.

It is this kind of breath that has sheltered the Tang Gate in Shuzhong for a hundred years.

"Grandma should be looking at you at this time, her expression is more relaxed!" said Mrs. Iris: "Unsmiling child, grandma doesn't like it very much!"

"Got it!" Qingwen reluctantly eased her expression a little, but she still felt a little nervous.

They circled the stairs in the tower, and walked for nearly a quarter before reaching the top.

At the top of the tower, the entire floor was separated by a curtain, and behind the curtain, the old man with a powerful aura was sitting upright.

Qingwen glanced up at the space, the whole space was not large, but it was unexpectedly empty.

Or rather, I think I will see a lot of things from the outside from this place.

She was right.

"Grandma, I've already brought Xuanji!" said Lady Iris, respectfully, towards the thin curtain.

"Got it, come in, let me take a good look!" The old and kind voice came out, but it seemed to arrive in an instant, and it reached Qingwen's ears directly.

Qing Wen gently opened the curtain and saw the entire stop, countless crystals, and the scene in the entire Wufu City.

This is the center of the city, the eyes of the city, and the brain of the city.

She saw the kind old man, with a childish face, a majesty like a celestial man, and a grandmother-like love.

Qingwen couldn't help but feel weak in her legs and feet, and involuntarily knelt down and shouted, "Grandma!"

"You don't have to make this big gift, get up, let me take a good look!" Grandma smiled, beckoned to Qingwen and said, "Tang Guiyuan's daughter is really good-looking!"

Mrs. Iris picked up Qingwen and said to her, "Go quickly, go to Grandma!"

Qingwen stood up respectfully, lowered her head slightly and walked towards her grandmother.

She barely managed to keep a smile on her face, but she always felt that her smile was unnatural.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, it's like your own home!" Grandma's tone was very gentle, which made Qingwen's heart feel warm.

Qingwen couldn't resist at all, and her grandmother's words were like orders that couldn't be refused.

"Okay!" Grandma looked at Qingwen, and was full of praise for Qingwen's makeup and demeanor, "She is worthy of being a woman who went out of Shuzhong, even if she has lived in the Central Plains for so long, she still has the characteristics of Shuzhong!"

Mrs. Iris bowed her head in agreement.

"Yes, it's good!" Grandma was happy, her impression of Qingwen was good, and gossip became commonplace.

Grandma noticed the jade bracelet in Qingwen's hand and asked, "Is there a new master?"

Qingwen's face turned slightly red, but it caused grandma to laugh, "Don't be shy, yes, grandma won't laugh at you!"

Grandma saw the funeral flower feather in Qingwen's hand again, "Oh, you can actually control this thing, it's very powerful!"

"Grandma knows about the funeral of Hualing?" Qingwen asked cautiously.

"Of course, this thing is supervised by Grandma herself!" said Lady Iris, "but there are not many of them, because it is very difficult to do!"

"One of them—" Lady Iris stopped in time, for Grandma's expression changed slightly.

"It's okay, Ah Kite, it's been a long time since Xinyue's affair!" Grandma regained her demeanor, took Qingwen's hand, paused, and then said to Mrs. Iris: "Take the gift I prepared, it's my meeting gift!"

"No need, I..." Qingwen originally wanted to refuse, but there was no chance to refuse.

Mrs. Iris picked up a square wooden box, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Grandma made it herself, you can't refuse!"