Five years later.
They returned safely to the Fushi Sect's territory. The sprawling mountain ranges were incomparably majestic, spiritual energy surged vast and boundless, pavilions and towers stood grand and imposing, immortal mist drifted through the air, and the blood-soaked baleful aura that had once pervaded heaven and earth was gone.
Cloud Gate Main Peak.
A shrine hall.
Dressed in white, Chi Hao stood there devoutly offering incense. Behind him, the hundred junior brothers of various races whom he had taken under his wing were likewise respectfully offering incense before the memorial tablets, their grief-stricken expressions remarkably convincing.
On the memorial tablet.
There was no spirit plaque.
Only a yellow-grade Image Recording Stone.
It had been left behind from that year's Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony.
And the scene within the Image Recording Stone happened to show Chen Xun's face being planted beneath White Duck's ass. That plump White Duck even occupied more than half the recorded image.
Yet the one being mourned was Chen Xun...
"With senior brother gone, who can bear the burden of our sect? Hao... is deeply troubled."
Chi Hao let out a sorrowful sigh, commemorating his Sixth Senior Brother, who was still struggling fiercely in the image. "Thinking back, Sixth Senior Brother seems to appear before my eyes once more. It was a bright and sunny day..."
"Senior Brother Chi, you are Junior Brother Futian. We will certainly plead for you before the hall. Whether in status or talent, only you are the one everyone looks to!"
"Indeed! How can our sect go a day without the revered Futian seat!"
This rabble in the shrine hall began flattering Chi Hao again. His expression remained sorrowful, but the corners of his mouth that quietly curled upward would probably have been impossible to suppress even if a Fushi