Cremation...
Ren Daguo, oh, Ren Daguo, just look at the fine son you raised. So filial. An ordinary crematorium wouldn't do-he even needed one with a better furnace, a star-rated one.
The ruthlessness Ren Ye had shown during the bloody battle at Canyon Pass surfaced on his face. His eyes fixed on Lin Xiang, he refused to give an inch, displaying the firm resolve of a family member insisting on cremation.
A cool breeze swept over the Moon-Gazing Pavilion.
Lin Xiang looked at Ren Ye, paused briefly, then raised his palm.
Whoosh...!
A pure, radiant glow like moonlight rose, and the two vanished together from the roof of the Moon-Gazing Pavilion.
Within a breath, the old man and the young man appeared in the Library Pavilion on the top floor of Vermilion Bird Academy.
It was spacious, roughly three to four hundred square meters, with the scent of books filling the air and simple decor. The books were all finely bound in antique style, sitting on the shelves in either thick volumes or numerous installments.
The Library Pavilion was quiet and still. Just a moment inside could leave a person feeling as calm as still water.
Tap, tap...!
Lin Xiang entered without a word and walked toward a bookshelf tucked away to one side.
Ren Ye followed beside him, constantly stealing glances at Lin Xiang's face and features.
This Gatekeeper of Huaxia, the Red Robe of Vermilion Bird City, was tall, his back straight. He walked at an unhurried pace, quiet and reserved, yet gave off an intense sense of pressure.
His face was somewhat lean, but his features were sharply defined, his contours strong. At his age, though his temples had turned white, they could not hide how extraordinarily handsome he had been in his youth.
No wonder people