7 days later, three new tombs were built on a lush hillside being adjacent to a river in the graveyard of Iron Dragon Sect behind Xuantian Peak.
It was fine weather yesterday. However, this early morning, it started to drizzle in the territory of Iron Dragon Sect.
The drizzle witnessed Zhang Tie's grief.
The greater part of people had left, except for the bereaved whose cries were still reverberating around the mountain. Zhang Tie didn't leave. He just stood still in front of the three tombs, watching the three black and white crystal photos on the steles.
In black linen robe, Zhang Tie watched the three tombs in a trance as his hair and eyebrow soon turned wet in the flying drizzle.
