That day, atop Mount Hua at Feng Qingyang's residence, many Mount Hua experts wore sorrowful expressions.
Feng Qingyang's final hour had finally come.
"Martial Uncle..."
Ning Zhongze in particular, being a woman, could not hold back her tears at the sight.
"Cough, cough. Zhongze, there is no need for you to grieve. Who in this world can escape death?
"Besides, I have no regrets left.
"In this life, your Martial Uncle has seen too much. I watched Mount Hua decline from prosperity, then rise again from decline.
"I even witnessed that brat Gu put an end to that ridiculous dispute between sword and qi.
"Even when I go down to the underworld, I will have an... explanation... for Mount Hua's forefathers..."
"Martial Uncle!"
"Great Martial Uncle!"
"Great Grand Martial Uncle!"
Seeing Feng Qingyang's hand fall limply, everyone cried out in grief.
The most senior member of Mount Hua, and the highest-ranking surviving elder among the Five Mountains, had finally been unable to hold on at the age of eighty-nine.
"Great Martial Uncle, may you rest well," Gu Chen murmured after a long silence, bowing in salute.
As the most senior figure among the Five Mountains, Feng Qingyang's memorial service drew many visitors.
Apart from people from the Five Mountains, Shaolin, Wudang, martial families, gangs, and even the Sun Moon Divine Cult came to pay their respects.
Time spared no one. Especially for those aging martial artists, the mournful atmosphere left their hearts aching all the more.
Over the next ten years, outstanding talents emerged throughout the martial world, but veteran experts of the older generation also passed away one after another.
That generation had only just discovered how wonderful this world was, but unfortunately, when King Yan wanted someone dead at midnight, he would not let them live