Xianyu stopped smiling, slowly lowered his wine cup, and glanced at Dan Feng.
The others paused for a moment, carefully considering Dan Feng's words.
Everyone present had been prepared to sacrifice themselves for the Xianzhou from the moment they set out for the front line.
They had returned safely to the Luofu not only because of their own outstanding abilities, but also because of the efforts of their superiors and countless Cloud Knights.
Having witnessed so many partings in life and death, each of them had developed a different understanding of mortality.
Some considered dying as a warrior an honor, while others still struggled to accept the loss of their comrades.
What... was death, exactly?
To healers who treated illness and saved lives, a person was truly dead once their heart stopped beating, their breathing ceased, and their bodily functions shut down.
For those who knew the deceased, they received the obituary, attended the funeral, offered a white flower, and listened to stories of the deceased's life, sighing inwardly with emotion.
Once they had seen that person off on their final journey, that person was truly dead.
After the funeral, outsiders would no longer mention the deceased. Only their dearest friends and family would remember them from time to time, as though death had never come.
As time passed, those beloved friends and family would gradually pass away as well. From then on, no one would remember the deceased, and they would be utterly, completely dead.
Dan Feng said, "Whenever you remember me, I live once more because of you."
Death was not the end of life. As long as someone remembered the deceased, they had not truly died.
In people's memories, the deceased would remain ageless and undying.
Those words could offer great comfort to the deceased's dearest friends