Still Sea Temple.
After the old abbot fell, Jingxin and his two brothers followed his final instructions and placed his body outside the main hall, leaving it beneath the sunlight.
"Honored seniors, my master has already departed. I ask that you no longer make things difficult for the monks of Still Sea Temple."
Led by Jingxin, the three of them pressed their palms together and bowed toward the distant sky.
"Alas, I never expected the old fellow to erupt one last time. This time, he bore all of Still Sea Temple's sins on his shoulders alone."
"Indeed. The old fellow showed some backbone before his death. Let's go. Still Sea Temple is now left with nothing but a few children. The grudges between us need not be borne by these little ones."
"Hahaha, let's go. Still, the old fellow's death truly leaves one sighing."
"Who could deny it? Alas, fate toys with men—fate truly toys with men."
Within the clouds, several supreme experts of the sea race turned and departed at that moment.
The grudges among their older generation did not need to spill over onto the younger ones. They were merely a group of children; there was no need to keep making things difficult for them.
Moreover, the old fellow had gone so far as this. There was no need for them to keep clinging on.
Below, under the gazes of the others, the old abbot's body transformed into golden dust that filled the sky, drifting endlessly upward.
Jingxin and the other two stood with their palms pressed together, silently watching this scene, grief written across their faces.
At this moment, their master had truly left them. They had lost the person in this world who loved them most.
"Benefactor, you kept your promise. Thank you."
At this moment,