"Someone, give the Sect Master a proper burial."
When everything was done, Ye Lin stood in midair and spoke slowly.
The Inner Sect disciples below immediately understood. They took a coffin from a treasure vault, and eight of them carried it away.
"Great Elder, go take a look."
After speaking, Ye Lin flew toward Lone Peak.
"Yes."
Watching Ye Lin's retreating figure, the Great Elder bowed. He was afraid the Sect Master might not be quite dead yet.
"Great Elder, did you know about this all along?"
"Exactly, Great Elder. You're unbelievable! Why didn't you give us a heads-up about something this major? You scared us half to death."
Once Ye Lin had disappeared, the elders all let out a collective sigh of relief.
Ye Lin's presence just now had been too overwhelming—so overwhelming that they could barely breathe.
"This... I didn't know either. Stop asking. Go do what you're supposed to do. Oh, and give the order at once: prepare the Sect Master's funeral."
"He was, after all, the former Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect. It wouldn't be proper to bury him just like that. Let every disciple know what happened, so at least he can have a dignified death."
"As for how he died, write that the Sect Master colluded with Evil Demons and was discovered by the Holy Son. The Holy Son tried to persuade him, but he remained stubborn, so the Holy Son killed him with his own hands for the sake of all the people under heaven."
The Great Elder finished speaking, flicked his sleeve, and left.
The other elders watched his departing figure, their eyes full of admiration.
That guy was a real slick operator. Look how beautifully he'd handled things.
No wonder he was the Great Elder.
We're ashamed... truly ashamed!