Daybreak came.
The sunlight hit the platform, yet no one felt its warmth.
Qin Liuxi staggered as she stood up, wanting to pick up Master Chi Yuan's corpse.
"Let me do it," Feng Xiu said.
Qin Liuxi pushed him away, personally lifted the body, her face devoid of any expression, like a walking dead, carrying the body away on instinct.
Fan Kong sighed.
Greed, resentment, anger, desire—these are the seven emotions of the mortal world.
With the sudden passing of Master Chi Yuan, grief engulfed the entire Qingping Temple.
Following Master Chi Yuan's instructions, Qing Yuan conveyed to Qin Liuxi that should he die, there should be no funeral; just bury the remains at the back of the mountain so he could still remain with Qingping Temple.
Qin Liuxi stared at him for a long while: "Why didn't he come to find me?"
