Time passed, and the red sun rose.
The dark clouds in the sky had long since dispersed, and the stars had also gradually receded. On the mountain in the Far East, the fiery red sun slowly rose.
In the southern part of the mountain, halfway up the mountain, there was a sparse forest of trees and a dense sea of flowers.
In a small, half-open stone house, Gu Shi 'an knelt on the ground and slowly put the box that he had been holding all night into a small stone pit. He casually took a neatly cut stone slab from the side and covered it, closing it tightly.
Gu Shi 'an picked up a memorial tablet from the left and placed it in front of the stone pit. Looking at the words carved on the memorial tablet, his eyes gradually blurred.
Outside the small building, Jiang Xiao was floating in the air in a cloak and looking around at the terrain, only to hear a few muffled sounds.
