Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Night deepened. The lamplight on Returning Cloud Peak was extinguished lamp by lamp.

White banners hung down, swaying like ghost shadows in the darkness.

Chen Qing still knelt at the side of the memorial in hemp clothes and mourning cloth.

The second day of memorial ceremonies had ended. Those who came to pay respects were seventy percent fewer than the first day. Most people had just shown their faces on the first day and gone through the motions.

The coldness of the world and fickleness of human nature were displayed thoroughly in matters of life and death.

What prestige Luo Zhixian had in life—peak of spear Dao, when his Fourth Layer Spear Domain emerged, the world was shocked.

But once dead and his Dao extinguished, aside from a few who truly had friendship with him, most people only bowed and burned incense out of obligation to propriety or sect etiquette before hastily leaving.

This was reality.

Chen Qing's heart held neither sorrow nor joy. He only quietly kept watch over this final journey.