On a scenic mountain peak over a hundred zhang high east of Luofeng Valley.
Like most places in the valley, with late autumn's arrival, the ground atop the mountain had long since been blanketed in a layer of golden fallen leaves.
A flash of escaping light streaked through the distance, and two figures silently descended from the sky.
Having just landed, Song Qingming and his companion strode through the woods, the crisp crackle of dead leaves breaking beneath their feet from time to time.
A moment later, the two arrived at an open area on one side of the mountaintop and saw a solitary, unmarked tombstone standing before them.
"Seventh Uncle-Grandfather, Senior Feng He is buried here!"
When Feng He had first died, Qiu Daoping had already pretended that this Nascent Soul Old Ancestor of the sect had vanished without cause, erecting a cenotaph for Feng He in the ancestral cemetery of Luofeng Valley.
To prevent others from learning of his situation, no funeral had been held after Feng He later passed away in meditation.
Following the final wishes Feng He had left behind, Song Yuanli had secretly buried his remains here. Not even a name had been carved upon the tombstone, leaving only an inconspicuous blank stele.
This mountain peak was where Feng He had lived when he had first joined Luofeng Valley. Some of his younger blood relatives were also buried nearby.
Hearing Song Yuanli's reminder beside him, Song Qingming nodded slightly and stepped forward alone until he stood before the tombstone.
Standing before Feng He's grave and gazing at the wordless tombstone, Song Qingming could not help recalling once more all the times he and Feng He had spent together.
When he remembered their parting, Feng He's smiling face and voice still seemed vivid before his eyes.