Three days later, Yuncang Mountain, Broken Dragon Grand Canyon.
Lu Chengfeng stood in silence before a newly carved stone tablet, which bore the names of all the fellow sect members who perished in this disaster.
Qi Yuan, Withered Bamboo, Zeng Shoujing, Du Hongyue, Xue Jingshan...
The Sect Leader, two First Seats, eight Hall Masters, all dead.
Behind Lu Chengfeng stood Li Qingfeng, thirty-two Elders, ninety-eight True Inheritance disciples, and three hundred seventy-seven Outer Peak Elders and disciples.
Apart from Zhu Yuxian, they were all that remained of the Yuncang Sword Sect.
The rest of the people, except for a small portion scattered as seeds, either died, or... became traitors!
The grand Yuncang, with its millennia of heritage, its inner and outer peaks, was now reduced to such few people.
Lu Chengfeng wore a white robe, wrapped in mourning clothes, a white band around his forehead.
He knelt on one knee, bowed three times, and then offered incense.
