The disciples of the Dongyuan Sect were no exception. Led by Foundation Establishment cultivators, the junior disciples hurried about everywhere. Yuwen Yao, Han Yuan, Kong You, and the others took on perimeter security and clearing their assigned areas.
Surprisingly, a delicate girl like Gu Qingqing volunteered to join the teams searching for and gathering the remains.
Perhaps she wanted to find Yang Yuerong's bones.
But the formation on Dragon Pool Mountain had collapsed, and ordinary cultivators could not withstand that destructive force.
The Yang Clan had few Foundation Establishment cultivators and had failed to react in time. Under such tremendous force, countless people had probably died without even leaving their bones behind.
For these cultivators, clearing a stretch of ruins did not take long. Soon, the restoration work was drawing to a close.
Outside the former grounds of the Yang Clan, on a secluded rise.
Song Yan bent down, Sword Qi flowing between his fingers as he carved something into a slab of bluestone.
Stone chips flew, and powdered rock fell.
A moment later, a small, crude gravestone had taken shape.
There was no lengthy epitaph on it, only three carved characters: Yang Yuerong.
In truth, his dealings with this girl had not been particularly extensive.
Their first encounter had been in the Yanran Mountain Range beside Spirit Source Marsh, just after he had experienced the incident in Silent Valley and mastered Sword in the Clouds.
He had casually saved her and her two companions. Song Yan himself scarcely remembered it.
Only when they met again at the dining hall on New Year's Eve did he recall it.
He had seen her once at Cascade Springs Ward Market a few days earlier and heard Gu Qingqing mention her background and the Yang Clan's centennial grand ceremony.
Even now, this perfectly