Regardless, Yu Yunwei hurried toward Blood Sin Peak.
When she arrived at Blood Sin Peak, she was greeted by the sight of white silk banners hanging throughout the courtyard and from the treetops.
Several Hall Masters, Peak Masters, and Elders from the Wandao Sect stood in the courtyard, their expressions downcast.
Yu Yunwei walked forward in a daze. When the others noticed her, they were startled for a moment before looking away, shaking their heads and sighing as they parted to clear a path for her.
She reached the front of the crowd, where she saw a man dressed in mourning clothes, a white strip of cloth tied around his forehead, standing ramrod straight before a coffin.
The man's head was lowered, his gaze resting calmly on the nanmu wood coffin.
There was an indescribable calm in his eyes.
It was like the water in a deep well of an ancient tomb; no matter how the wind blew or the rain fell outside, its surface could no longer be stirred by a single ripple.
