Spring sunlight steeped Fushu Peak.
After leaving his master's quarters, Jiang Yang was at a loss, unable to make heads or tails of what to do.
He had never presided over a funeral in his life, and had scarcely even attended one. Fortunately, Bi Xingjian was there to shoulder the responsibility; otherwise, his master would not have brought it up specifically.
I really should discuss this with Senior Brother Bi and have him decide what to do.
Jiang Yang reflected that Bi Xingjian was mature and steady, and surely knew more about such matters than he did.
But Bi Xingjian had taken Butterfly-Bearing to True Person Xuanyan's quarters, and there was no telling when he would return.
Jiang Yang did not rush. He left instructions with the maid Wei Rui, then returned to his own courtyard.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator's spiritual body was in no danger of decaying, so there was no immediate hurry.
Back in his Cave Abode, Jiang Yang sat down and rested for a while. With nothing else to do, he asked Bai Tang:
"Senior Bai, why didn't you say anything while we were watching the ceremony?"
At this, the Rusty Sword lying across Jiang Yang's knees sprang upright, flew up, and struck his head with a clang. Only then did Bai Tang reply irritably:
"There were who knows how many True Lords above your head at the time. How could I dare speak carelessly? Giving you a few hints was already the limit."
"Huh?"
Jiang Yang forgot to clutch his head and immediately pressed:
"Was that really the case? Aside from True Lord Attached Fire, who attained the Dao, there were others?"
"Of course. I sensed at least two myself."
Bai Tang's upper body emerged from the sword, and she nodded solemnly.
"The sky was divided