"Go pay your respects."
Sui Chunsheng called everyone over to the Scripture Treasure Hall.
Master Xuanji was a senior, especially of great status among the Jiangnan Province Daoist Sect; as the younger generation, it was only proper they went to pay their respects and offer three sticks of incense.
Inside the Scripture Treasure Hall, spirit banners fluttered, and the sound of sutra chanting filled the air.
Master Xuanji's coffin rested in the center of the great hall, dressed in his Daoist Robe, his face peaceful.
Zhang Fan and the rest of the younger generation lined up to offer incense and pay their respects.
"People... no matter how glorious they are in life, they're all the same after death..."
