In front of the grave mounds, with hollow eyes, Kong Yuting was burning paper for all the deceased of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, including her own father.
Inside the grave mounds, there was nothing save for a tombstone that proved they once existed.
Not far away, however, cries echoed one after another.
The few people left outside from the Town Martial Office were all very sad, but the one who was most heartbroken was Wei, who at this moment had set up a separate tombstone for Xu.
At this moment, Wei sat in front of Xu's grave, patting the tombstone and weeping aloud.
"I… I was afraid I'd drag you down, which is why… why I never agreed to become sworn brothers with you… How could you… how could you damn well leave first…"
"You old guy, didn't you say we'd hang up our armor and retire together, find a Taoist temple to grow old in… even… even asked me to acknowledge you as my senior brother… Come out and be my senior brother then!"
