Mockery, sneers, lingering spirits...
The malice within Perception grew stronger, but soon, a wave of sorrow and grief dispersed these feelings.
"All disciples, heed my command!"
"For the ancestor, we shall see him off!!"
A loud roar echoed inside the hall as one by one, black-clad disciples emerged and lined up on both sides.
Some lifted the coffin, while others carried yellow and white flowers to lead the way.
Tan Long and several True Intent Sect leaders and elders, all with somber and mournful expressions, held black-and-white photographs and exited the hall, heading towards the rear mountain.
"Every generation of Lion Heart Sect elders and grandmasters is buried in the rear mountain."
The Giant Elephant Master sighed and said, his emotions involuntarily sinking a little.
As a grandmaster, even if acquaintances are limited, one cannot help but feel a fox sorrow over a dead rabbit.
