Chapter 601: Drunk on the Starry Night (3)
Stronghold Ridge.
A great city backed by stone mountains, surrounded by three concentric walls. Beneath it lay the underground cavern of the Ming Sect.
It was the northernmost edge of the Demonic Realm.
The night air felt different.
Even the outskirts beyond the wall.
It was colder, darker. And the wind was harsher—so harsh that the nearby branches seemed to constantly wave their bare arms.
And there, right beneath them, Jeong Yeon-shin sat, a gaunt shadow flickering against his side.
Jeong Yeon-shin, together with Jоо Gwang-shin and Eo Ung-gong, silently stared in the same direction—toward where the Sword Saint lay, stretched across the brittle branches as if they were his deathbed.
“......”
Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly felt grateful for the vastness of the Demonic Realm. Because there were so many stars in the dusky sky. To him, the Sword Saint had bloomed like a spring flower.
The group was lost in thought. Wondering how to handle the Sword Saint’s funeral.
The late Master Jade Sword had the Wudang Sect. The most famous Daoist sect in the world. So his funeral rites had been no trouble at all.