The groups walks silently aside from the occasional sobs, muffled, silenced, yet it does not fail to cut through the heart of others.
Worn, they walked on, their feet dragged on the ground, each companions holding those that needed them. Some were worse of than others.
Like one of the cultivators that Feng Jiao Xue remembered to be quite jolly and bouncing about. His chubby cheeks always stretched wide with an open grin, brown eyes twinkling brilliantly and a bellowing laugh following each of his jokes and antics. Now, he looked at the others that looks as if life itself was sucked out of them with guilt and conflict still trying and failing to be funny to lift the atmosphere up.
