The next morning, Great Xia Capital City· Wolf Lake District Heroes' Cemetery.
The sky was overcast, clouds roiling.
The chilly autumn rain drenched the entire city, including the serene heroes' cemetery.
At this moment, a group of people dressed in dark clothing stood silently before two graves, mourning quietly.
Few held umbrellas; most were draped in Demon Breath Battle Robes.
Some didn't even open their robes, instead allowing the icy rain to wash over them, letting it drip across their faces.
Perhaps this way, the rain and tears become indistinguishable.
"Cry~~~"
A Swift Flame Eagle, engulfed in a blazing flame, slowly circled in the sky.
Its cry echoed like a sweeping lament, each sound soaring high.
Yet it could not awaken those long at rest beneath the earth, only adding a touch of desolation to the vast world.
Li Mengnan, face sorrowful, watched the continuously circling raptor until she finally bowed her head.
