The sun continued to rise.
The rays of the morning sun dispelled the darkness of the sky, though it did not dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.
Everyone stood there, mourning.
It was hard to avoid casualties in a large-scale battle. Even though they expected their comrades to die, they could not help it but be sad.
Moreover, the person who died was an elderly, respected Senior Brother.
Tang Hao stood there, stifling a sob.
He respected the courage that the elderly Taoist master showed in the face of death.
The Taoist masters carried over two more bodies and placed them next to Zhan Yan Zi's body.
A loud sob could be heard among the crowd.
The men could not hold back their tears.
"What are you crying for? Stop crying! All of you fought bravely today. The three who lost their lives fought even more bravely. They did not die of sickness or old age, but bravely in battle. They deserve the glory.
