The woman's face was as pale as snow, devoid of any trace of blood, making her appear even more eerie in the dim dungeon.
Upon seeing Tu Danalie, the woman forced a smile, her lips barely moving: "Uncle Tudan."
Tu Danalie looked at the scene before him, disbelief evident on his face, as deep anguish and remorse gradually filled his eyes.
His voice trembled as he spoke: "In the end, you all still resorted to that secret technique... Xing'er, if your father knew what you've done, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace, even in the afterlife."
Having once been a disciple of the Water Moon Manor, Tu Danalie naturally held deep affections for the manor and was well aware of many of its hidden secrets.
After the previous manor owner's passing, he stayed concerned about the manor, often offering his care.
For his sickly niece, he had shown great compassion, tirelessly seeking out renowned doctors for her treatment, though all in vain.
