Qin Sheng had not made it back alive.
ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.
Li Ping'an let out a soft sigh.
No matter how glorious you were in life, after death you were nothing more than a little mound of earth.
This little box was your eternal home.
Many people came to visit Qin Sheng, including quite a few sect elders.
Li Ping'an waited until dark before the people at the grave gradually dispersed.
"I brought you some fruit and vegetables. Eat your fill down below."
Old Ox took the basket off his back.
Li Ping'an did not have a heart of stone. After spending so long together, it was hardly possible for him to feel nothing.
Besides, Qin Sheng had been a decent man.
The death of a friend always brought a great deal of sorrow.
Li Ping'an leaned against Qin Sheng's grave, looking somewhat melancholy.
You never knew which would come first: tomorrow or an accident.
No one ever knew whose casually spoken goodbye would turn out to be their last.
From what he had heard, Qin Sheng had let his guard down while gathering medicinal herbs.
A spirit snake had suddenly darted out and bitten his throat, killing him on the spot.
By rights, a spirit snake of that grade should not have appeared there.
Yet things had happened to coincide just so.
Although the others had joined forces and killed the spirit snake afterward.
In the end, it could not change the fact that Qin Sheng had been killed.
Death was simple, almost perfunctory.
There were no tangled grudges or passions, no heaven-defying reversals, no earthshaking spectacle...
Perhaps Qin Sheng had once wondered what kind of ending could possibly be worthy of all the turmoil and wandering he had endured.
What kind of ending would it be?
Whatever it was,