Qin Yun stood there solemnly and dug up a grave with his sword intent domain. He was even able to dig it very deeply. He easily sliced through the mountain rocks and, with another beckon of his hand, felled a towering tree. Then, he carved the tree into wooden planks and fastened them together through mortise and tenon work. Soon, he had constructed an entire coffin. Finally, he cast a Dharma spell on the coffin that marked its surface with runic patterns.
Phew.
The coffin was lowered into the grave with the lid temporarily opened.
"Place your father's ashes into it," said Qin Yun.
"Okay."
The young demoness jumped into the grave and carefully placed the urn into the coffin. She took out some clothes, paper, and brushes from the bag she carried on her back. They were items often used by her adopted father. With tears streaming down her cheeks, the girl slowly covered the coffin's lid.
Qin Yun watched quietly.
