Tianyan Villa stands on the top of the mountains.
The mountain is a thousand meters high and has tens of thousands of stairs.
In the cold weather, a man dressed in simple clothes was kneeling on the mountainside, climbing one step at a time towards the top of the mountain.
Three kneelings will result in nine kowtows, and I dare not miss even one point.
Because his sister's life and death were in the hands of the people on the top of the mountain.
He needs one hundred thousand to extend his sister's life!
Just past the halfway point, the man's knees were already dripping with blood, and not a single piece of good flesh could be seen.
Blood soaked into the snow, leaving scarlet marks.
On the villa, there were more than a dozen people standing proudly.
The leader is an old lady who is nearly seventy years old. She is dressed in gorgeous clothes. The ring on her thumb is made of pure jade. Just one ring costs no less than tens of millions.
"Grandma, you're just a loser climbing a mountain. What's there to see? Be careful of getting cold."
The young man behind him took out his mink coat and gently put it on the old lady's back.
The old lady shook her head.
"It still needs to be seen."
"Three bows and nine kowtows are the rules left by the Buddha. If I miss one bow, it will appear that my Ye family is not sincere.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
