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The instant they stepped into the Central Courtyard plaza, a deathly silence covered them like ice water.
As far as the eye could see was a heart-stopping white forest—countless soul-summoning banners stood packed together, their ghastly white paper streamers utterly still in the frozen air.
Beneath the white banners were rows of ice-cold coffins, like massive black boulders, silently weighing down the ground.
Before each coffin stood a memorial tablet, the wood dark, the writing glaring to the eye.
The straight lines formed by those memorial tablets and coffins cruelly outlined the heavy blow the Chen Residence had suffered.
Even with the Chen Clan using the best, and more than enough, morticians, it had still taken two days.
In front of every coffin were some people keeping vigil, dressed in white mourning clothes.
In the very front row, there were only three coffins.
The first: Ji Shuran.
The second: Yan Chengyi.
The third: Jian Hesong.
The memorial tablets of these three occupied the front row alone, silently declaring their status among the many who had fallen—they had been the three Soul Saint Level powerhouses of the Chen Residence that day, and also the backbone that had resisted that sneak attack.
Yan Chengyi, Team Leader of Chang'an Team; Ji Shuran, captain of Chang'an Team's security squad. They were academy teachers, fulfilling a teacher's duty.
Precisely because their cultivation was high, they had naturally been the first to be targeted by the attacking Soul Douluo, and the fighting had been brutal.
In particular, Ji Shuran and Yan Chengyi's successive falls had caused the Central Courtyard's defense to lose the support of its strongest points from the very beginning. The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and the first