Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Three days later, Tianbao Upper Sect's mountain gate.

The entire sect, from top to bottom, was shrouded in a solemn and mournful atmosphere.

On the mountain gate plaza, led by Sect Master Jiang Lishan, the three Grandmasters Han Guxi, Ke Tianzong, and Su Muyun had already arrived.

Further away, many inner peak elders and True Disciples also stood silently. The crowd was a dense mass of black, yet there was not a sound.

Everyone's gaze looked toward the northwestern sky.

When the figures of those Golden Feather Eagles finally appeared on the horizon and slowly descended onto the plaza.

Chen Qing was the first to leap down from the eagle's back, then carefully carried down Luo Zhixian's remains.

Luo Zhixian's expression was peaceful. Though his gray robe was worn and bloodstained, it had been carefully arranged by Chen Qing, and his long hair was also neatly combed.

Jiang Lishan stepped forward.