Three days passed in a flash. The Gu Clan held a grand and solemn funeral for Elder Gu Yang with the highest honors. Everyone in the clan attended. Funeral banners billowed, mournful cries lingered, and the entire clan bade farewell to this Ancestral Hall elder, who had suffered injustice for many years, with their greatest respect.
Once the funeral was over, the Gu Clan gradually returned to its usual order. Clan members resumed their respective duties, and instruction, defense, cultivation, and other affairs began operating smoothly once more.
However, the truth that Elder Gu Yang had been plotted against by the Hun Clan and had his body seized had sounded an alarm in the hearts of every Gu Clan member. An invisible heaviness and vigilance quietly shrouded the Ancient Realm, adding a weighty sense of oppression to its once-peaceful atmosphere.
Deep within the Gu Clan, in an elegant and secluded courtyard, flowers and trees grew in scattered profusion, while spiritual energy drifted through the air.
Standing beneath the corridor, Xiao Ling watched Xun Er's graceful figure with gentle eyes as she walked step by step toward the Training Room.
They quietly bade each other farewell, their words carrying traces of lingering emotion. Only after the exquisite door slowly closed, completely separating the inside from the outside, did he finally withdraw his gaze.
Previously, Xiao Ling and Xun Er had both attended Elder Gu Yang's funeral from beginning to end.
Though Xun Er had not been particularly close to this elder, witnessing a clan elder suffer injustice for so many years before finally returning to his homeland in death still left her feeling heavy and downcast.
Xiao Ling had originally held a faint hope that, after Xun Er broke through to the Dou Sheng realm, their relationship could advance another step,