In a world shrouded in darkness.
Tailor was brewing tea.
"By my reckoning, the battle at Purple Cloud Platform should have ended by now."
Tailor suddenly let out a long sigh. "What a pity. With the Temple Master dead, I can't help but feel a touch of loneliness. After all, I fought him for so many years. Thinking that I'll never see him again from now on truly leaves me sighing with emotion."
At his side, an old servant said softly, "Master, if you miss the Temple Master in the future, you may simply visit his grave and pay your respects."
Tailor froze, then could not help asking, "Has the coffin prepared for the Temple Master been readied?"
The old servant hurriedly replied, "It was prepared long ago. Besides the coffin, there is a gravestone, candles, joss paper, and offerings. All that remains is for you, Master, to find him a site blessed by feng shui, build his grave, and erect the monument."
"I think the already-destroyed Jade Splendor Mystic Realm would be suitable. After all, that was the Temple Master's homeland. Fallen leaves return to their roots."
Tailor spoke softly.
The old servant said with feeling, "If the Temple Master knows of this in the underworld, he will surely be moved by your heartfelt devotion, Master."
Tailor gave a chuckle. "When the weather turns cold, I'll personally go and heap some more earth over him."
As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of steaming, fragrant tea and raised it to his lips, just about to drink.
A panicked, urgent voice rang out. "Master, this is bad!"
An attendant hurried over.
Tailor's eyelids twitched. "What is bad? Did those old guys of the Primordial Dao Traditions start fighting over how to divide the secrets of reincarnation?"
"N-No."
The attendant