The skies were especially bleak right now. Even though there weren’t many casualties in the battle this time around, Glory Sect had lost someone of unparalleled importance.
"Hais…" Grandmaster Yan gave a long sigh. He looked as though he had aged considerably. Flicking his robes, a crystal coffin with light swirling like a liquid appeared on the ground.
"This was a crystal coffin I had prepared for myself. To think that…" He shook his head, evidently pained.
Even though the big ancient demon had been taken down, this wasn’t anything really joyous for Glory Sect.
Grandmaster Yan looked at Lin Fan, who laid lifelessly within that coffin. He couldn’t help but wipe the side of his eyes. Why did he feel like crying all of a sudden?
Mie Qiongqi lowered his head, carrying the crystal coffin on his back. Two energy grid line chains coiled themselves around the crystal coffin.
