Frost Star, garrison of the Pacification Army, ice chamber.
This was where the Pacification Army temporarily stored the remains of fallen soldiers, and the soldiers who had perished in this conflict had all been placed here.
At this moment, the ice chamber's metal doors slid open soundlessly, and Qi Xuanxiu, one of the Pacification Army's three garrison commanders, walked in with an expressionless face.
He descended the steps and slowly proceeded down the narrow corridor. After walking some thirty-odd feet, his steps paused, and his gaze fell to one side. There, embedded in the jade wall, was a damaged shard of a sword.
He studied it for a moment, then slowly extended a hand and pressed it against the stone wall opposite.
Just then, he seemed to notice something and turned around. Daoist Niu, another of the garrison commanders, was standing at the entrance, looking at him. "Fellow Daoist Qi, what are you doing here?"
Qi Xuanxiu said, "The Military Affairs Office has reassigned its personnel this time, and I am to return as well. One of my grandnephews fell here in this battle. I intend to take his body back with me."
Daoist Niu gave him a glance. "Captain Qi? So he was your grandnephew. What a pity. Why have I never heard you mention him before?"
Qi Xuanxiu said, "Though we serve together, you are a True Cultivator and I am a Profound Cultivator. We are not close."
Daoist Niu said, "That is true enough."
Qi Xuanxiu pressed his hand against the stone wall. The stone cabinet embedded within immediately slid back, then slowly moved away along the tracks behind it.
After doing this, he withdrew his hand and strode toward the entrance. Throughout the process, he did not spare Daoist Niu a single glance, simply walking straight