"Madam——"
"Why did you leave like this! Leaving me... and the Sect Leader alone in this world…"
"A lonely grave thousand miles away, no place to express my sorrow——"
Outside of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Poisons, within a white-lined manor pertaining to the Red River Sect, everyone dressed in mourning is holding a funeral.
An old man with a long beard is kneeling in front of the coffin, crying his heart out hysterically, attracting the attention of onlookers who can't help but sigh.
"Elder Chen's and the Sect Leader... Madam's bond was truly deep."
On the side seated on the family's primary seat, the Red River Sect Master Zhao Duanyang sits quietly. He looks around forty or fifty, with dark skin and is a man of few words. Anyone who can manage a sect in a place as treacherous as Mountain of Ten Thousand Poisons has some form of dark demeanor.
Watching Elder Chen's doleful appearance, Zhao Duanyang suppresses his feelings for a while, finally forcing out a cold "humph".
