At last, the people sent by the Mo Luo Sect arrived. There were two of them.
They ran to Ye Xiu's side and knelt.
"Young Master, we apologize. It's our fault for failing to guard the tombs, leading to today's tragedy. Please grant us death as punishment!"
"This isn't your fault." Ye Xiu stood up and said in a deep voice, "I only asked you to install cameras to monitor the tombs, not to stand guard here. It's understandable that you couldn't arrive in time."
"Thank you for sparing our lives, Young Master!" the two said.
"Get up. Take my mother's and my maternal grandparents' urns to Qiancheng Farm. Pick a good spot to build a new tomb and let me know when it's ready. I'll personally attend the burial," Ye Xiu instructed.
"As you command!"
The two men carefully placed the urns in their car. One of them drove away while the other stayed behind to clean up the scene.
Ye Xiu returned to his car, but the roiling killing intent in his chest refused to settle.
