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The instant they stepped into Central Courtyard Square, deathly silence washed over them like ice water.
As far as the eye could see stood a heart-stopping white forest-countless soul-summoning banners packed tightly together, their pallid paper hanging motionless in the congealed air.
Beneath the white banners lay rows of cold-hued coffins, like enormous black boulders pressing silently against the ground.
Before every coffin stood a memorial tablet, its wood dark, its lettering searing to the eyes.
The straight ranks of tablets and coffins cruelly outlined the devastating blow the Chen Residence had suffered.
Even with the finest embalmers, and more than enough of them, the Chen Clan had needed two days.
Several mourners in white kept vigil before each coffin.
There were only three coffins in the foremost row.
The first: Ji Shuran.
The second: Yan Chengyi.
The third: Jian Hesong.
These three men's memorial tablets occupied the front row alone, silently proclaiming their standing among the many fallen-the three Soul Saint Rank experts present at the Chen Residence that day, and the backbone of its resistance against the surprise attack.
Yan Chengyi, leader of the Chang'an Team, and Ji Shuran, captain of its protection detail, had been academy teachers fulfilling their duties.
Precisely because their cultivation levels were high, the attacking Soul Douluos had targeted them first, and the fighting had been savage.
Ji Shuran and Yan Chengyi's successive falls, in particular, had robbed the Central Courtyard's defenses of their strongest supports from the outset. The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and the first signs of collapse had appeared.
Chen Hong walked heavily, step by step, through the cold ranks of banners, stopping before Ji Shuran and Yan Chengyi's coffins