Flaming Mountain.
In a shallow ditch close to the entrance of the cavern lay a dozen newly built stone graves. There were no name plates and they were made of rubble crudely piled up together.
Gu Yu unplugged a gourd. Holding up his sleeve in one hand while pouring with the other, he splashed the amber-colored spiritual liquor around the graves, adding a ceremonial taste to this primitive and rough memorial ritual.
"Of the Seniors' name and the sects you belonged to, I know nothing. What I do know is, you all faced death bravely thousands of years ago. From where you lie in peace today, I hope you will be relieved to see the brilliant world as it is…"
After the brief speech, Gu Yu found a long stone and wiped across the surface. As stone powder rustled down, the stone was smooth and even. He then carved three large words with his finger:
