"Little Martial Uncle!"
"How could you just die like this..."
At the foot of Jinlingshan Mountain, wailing sounds shook heaven and earth, white sails fluttered, and mournful music sprang up from all directions. Numerous inner and outer sect disciples wept into tearful figures, making quite a spectacle.
But upon closer inspection,
many had icy glints in their eyes, occasionally glancing up the mountain with an unmasked expressiveness, allowing the magic-conjured droplets to slide down their steely cheeks and spatter on the ground.
"Senior Brother Zhou, doing this... won't there be consequences from the sect? After all, that mortal was of the Martial Uncle's generation."
Someone voiced their unease through transmitted messages.
"There's no need to worry!"
Zhou Kun confidently said, "That person will soon show his true colors. He's just a mere mortal, and when the time comes, not only will we not be punished, but we will also be credited with a great achievement!"
