Qin Luoyan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "It's reported, all the people from Tianjige are dead.",Fu ZiMo brought Qin LuoYan to stay quietly in the inn for a few days. He didn't speak, and Qin LuoYan didn't ask. She only noticed that as the days went by, more and more carrier pigeons arrived in the courtyard. Those carrier pigeons flew in from all directions, carrying unintelligible words and handwriting. Fu ZiMo’s daily work was to constantly read letters and reply to them.,The two knelt before Xiao Fan's grave for a long time, their backs straight, yet still giving off a mournful feeling. It wasn't until the sun emerged from behind the mountain peak, its rays filtering through the branches of the peach blossom tree and falling upon the two figures, that the air of sorrow lessened by a fraction.。