Chen Xun sighed softly. "Tian Li, you've done a lot for her."
"My lord, Yao Yue walked this path with us from the beginning. She deserves this." Tian Li's mood was somber, and an unusually strained smile tugged at his lips. "With you seeing her off, no one in the underworld will dare trouble her."
"Mm." Chen Xun nodded.
"My lord, the Immortal Alliance has sealed off the area within a thousand li. No outsiders will come to disturb you."
"Mm."
"You...?"
"I'll sit for a while. I'll leave when I feel like it."
"Then I won't disturb you, my lord."
After speaking, Tian Li cast one last, reluctant glance at the gravestone. He still couldn't believe Yao Yue had passed away just like that... Her talent in the Immortal Dao had been no less than Qian Shan's.
Head bowed, he left in silence. He would come visit her again on the anniversary of her death next year.
Three months later.
Ji Yan arrived. He now carried an imposing, dignified air. Though his expression remained gentle, anyone who saw him would still feel a shiver of unease. He was a man long accustomed to high office!
He said little, standing with his hands behind his back beside Chen Xun as he quietly gazed at the gravestone.
Without a sound, the Prison Pavilion had lost yet another person.
Ji Yan furrowed his brows and rested a hand on Chen Xun's shoulder as he sat cross-legged. The corners of the latter's mouth lifted slightly, and he gave a gentle nod.
For the first time, Chen Xun didn't mention debts or Spirit Stones.
The two stood silently before the gravestone: one was the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor, the other the current leader of the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance. They didn't exchange a single word.
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