The slight wind blew Mu Qianmei's hair. She glanced at the tombstone and took out the Yueying Sword. After meditating for seconds, she carved a few lines of words on the tombstone firmly and rapidly.

"Mom passed away in regret seventeen years ago and slept alone in the mountain. I miss Mom so much, but I cannot see her anymore."

"It is from your unfilial daughter Mu Qianmei."

"It is on the Tomb-sweeping Day in the year three hundred and ...