Ding Fan and He Qianyao carefully moved Elder Ruv's body into a pit. Ding Fan grabbed a handful of soil and scattered it over Elder Ruv's body, and He Qianyao also took a handful of soil and gently scattered it over him.
"Rest in peace, Elder Ruv."
"Rest in peace, Elder Ruv."
Ding Fan and He Qianyao diligently buried all the soil, while sincerely speaking these words. They both held deep feelings, as just days ago Elder Ruv was still full of spirit sitting in the Elders' Area watching the largest outer disciples' competition of the Dayang Sect in centuries. However, now he was no longer in this world, and this feeling of impermanence made them both deeply sad.
"Heh heh... how bold you are to dare come back to bury that old man! Truly seeking death!"
An arrogant, disdainful voice suddenly sounded.
