Lu Changfeng had a fair idea of what he intended to do and followed behind with Qing Dai and Snow Robe.
As they walked, Lu Changfeng's gaze sharpened. Jiang Li's complexion and breathing had already given him clues-the flow of energy in his Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian was disrupted, with faint signs of scorching. He seemed to have suffered a serious fire-poison injury that had already damaged his meridians.
Seeing that Jiang Li appeared to harbor no ill intent, Lu Changfeng had a thought. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to earn rewards from the Medical Canon. He volunteered, "Senior Jiang, judging by your complexion, you seem unwell. I happen to have a spiritual remedy on me that might help ease your injuries."
Jiang Li did not stop walking. He merely said, "First, we pay respects to my late master."
He led the two people and one bird several miles south to a tranquil spot backed by green hills and facing a stream. A simple, well-kept grave stood quietly there, its headstone carved with plain yet deeply incised words:
-The grave of my late master, the venerable Sun Simiao.
-Respectfully erected by his unworthy disciple, Jiang Li.
Fresh fruit and sticks of incense that had not yet burned out lay before the grave.
Clearly, Jiang Li had come to pay his respects not long ago.
Jiang Li was the first to kneel solemnly before the grave.
Lu Changfeng and Qing Dai followed with solemn bows. Even the usually restless Snow Robe folded its wings and quietly lowered its head, paying homage to this great Medicine King who had devoted his healing arts to saving the world.
When the rites were finished, Jiang Li did not rise. Instead, he addressed the headstone in a low, solemn