The members of Cihang Zhai slowly followed behind Ming Ruo, carrying an indescribable air of solemnity and grandeur.
Even counting the one Kuang Wuxin had refined, there were only seven Blood Sariras in the entire world. Yet this solemnity and grandeur did not stem from the Blood Sarira, something ordinary sects and the overwhelming majority of cultivators in the world would never have a chance to see. It was because they all understood clearly in their hearts—
This might already be the last time they quietly followed behind Ming Ruo, following her to do something.
"Let's go see the Blood Sarira together."
Yet when Ming Ruo said those words, her heart truly held something of the excitement she had felt as a girl going to see some rare curiosity, almost as though she were heading out on an outing. She could not help recalling that when she had first seen that Blood Sarira, the aura emanating from it had nearly frightened her into crying out.
Cihang Zhai seemed especially empty and quiet today.
The Green Cottage appeared before them.
It was not a large hall. It had been built entirely of blue stone and had weathered countless years. Thick moss had grown over the stones of its walls, while long wild grass blanketed its roof. Some of that grass had only sprouted this year, lush and green, while much of it had grown last year or even the year before, now withered and trembling faintly whenever the wind passed through.
Before the entrance to this perpetually sealed hall lay two stone carvings. Both had rabbit-like heads, though their bodies somewhat resembled dogs. The ravages of time had chipped away parts of the carvings, yet their backs were exceptionally smooth and gleaming, without even a trace of moss.
Ming Ruo, walking