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It was supposed to be a happy New Year. It was supposed to be a great occasion where firecrackers and drums roared in unison. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion for the whole family.

In the past, when the festive season arrived, Mount Hua would always celebrate together. Everyone would gain extra contribution points, and everyone would be able to buy things, play, and entertain at the store that Mount Hua set up.

People came and went, regardless of cultivation or status. They would come and go, change cups, and enjoy the night. Even the older generation would drink and play cards together and talk chess.

However, the arrival of a person had changed everything.

Because of that person, everyone on the mountain was covered with white silk and they were filled with grief. That sorrow belonged to countless masters and disciples, belonged to the dead disciples of the mountain, belonged to those who died in the heroic generation, and those who died would be buried on that day.

Most of the elders and disciples of the heroic generation were either disciples or apprentices. The death of everyone would affect the hearts of those who cared about them.

On top of the mountain, there was sorrow that could not be dispersed. It was as though the fog in the morning had covered the entire mountain.

Of course there are people who won't be sad, but the majority of people who will be sad, won't be sad, it's really too heartless.

"..."

Bai Feng looked at the paper money that filled the mountain, at the sad people, and at the remnants of the ice and snow that were left behind after the melting of the snow.

Bai Feng walked slowly, his soul out of his body. There were only two words in his mind, one person, Cardinal …

Actually, Bai Feng rather liked this junior. However, he was actually such a junior …

Bai Feng clenched his fist. He deserved to die!

Let go of his fist and take a deep breath. Perhaps his master would feel even worse right now.

Bai Feng gently pushed open the door and entered a room. The elder lying on the bed was already extremely weak. Even the sound of his breathing could be heard gently.

"Master." Bai Feng cried out before walking over to the bed and grabbing his hand. One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.

Yingjie opened his eyes and asked softly, "Today, is your martial uncles going to be buried?"

Bai Feng nodded, "Mhm."

When Whitestorm had answered, Yingjie closed his eyes with difficulty. Tears ran down his cheeks, soaking into the pillow after a slight bump, leaving only wet marks.

Everything was his fault! If he hadn't accepted a disciple, how could so many people have died?

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Everything was his fault! Because he wanted to satisfy his own regrets, so …

It was all because that day, his heart had suddenly softened. He had accepted a young man with a smile, wanting to pick up something similar to what he had once lost. His heart had softened, and he had accepted another disciple …

Yingjie's tears, guilt and remorse, wet pillow, silence.

Just like the heavy rain in front of the door, it was already dusk.

"..."

On the east peak.

"Master." Uncle Yin clasped his fists.

Ying Yang sat on the main seat and looked at the ceiling. He ignored Uncle Yin's foolish entrance and cupped his fists as he asked softly, "Is everything done?"

"Master, the arrangement has been completed." He tried his best to suppress his choking voice, but there was a tinge of bitterness in his tone.

His Master had actually turned out like this …

The sadness in his heart was hard to voice, and he could not say any words of consolation.

"Master, please restrain your grief." Tears seeped into his eyes, bowing respectfully, "Your disciple will take his leave."

Ying Yang did not say anything, but waved his hand, and Uncle Yin pushed open the door and walked out.

Ying Yang's nose was sour, and he remained silent. His eyes were lifeless, and there was no sound in the room. He just stared at the ceiling, as if he felt a chill, and held his own clothes, "Do you guys blame me?"

The beam of the room singlehandedly stirred up this room. Just how much weight did he have to bear and how much he had earned over the course of his long life.

Ying Yang's tears fell from the corner of his eyes. I didn't even have the courage to attend the funeral.

Ying Yang trembled as he stood up. He thought back to that day, why he didn't go and fight to the death with Cardinal, why he didn't chase after him …

He only remembered when he was with six brothers, helping to bring glory back to the mountain.

That was an oath he had sworn before, and it was his dream in this life. Right now, it was his trump card …

At that time, the sun was just right in the sky. The seniors and juniors would cultivate their swords at the peak of Mount Hua and wish to be under the blazing sun …

"We must make Hua Shan famous throughout the world!"

"Alright!"

"Senior Brother, can we really?"

"Ha ha-ha ha, why do you care so much about him! The Hua Shan Sect was weak for a while, how could they be weak for a lifetime? "

"The light shines over the mountains, the light shines over the mountains." Ying Yang clenched his fists as he called out in his heart.

"..."

Ying Xu walked in front of the funeral procession in silence.

However, the mourning music seemed to have no idea what he was thinking. The firecrackers pierced his ears and his eardrums. Each and every word of the mourning music broke his heart and broke his heart.

Ying Xu had seen too many dead people, and it wasn't the first or second time he had seen a fellow sect member who couldn't be cured.

However, no matter how many times he had seen it, Ying Xu was still very clear that death had always been so calm and peaceful in the martial arts world.

When his Master and Martial Uncle were being buried, the disciples of Mount Hua could not stop crying and could not help but kowtow.

Ying Xu was neither sad nor happy. He just remained silent.

Life and death were matters that happened often in the world. Life and death are wounds, death is pain.

From the moment the cat that accompanied him had died, he had realized that life was a miracle. It was also a mountain and river that would always rest, a journey that was set for the end.

"..."

Hua Shan was immersed in grief, but he didn't forget to send people to find the whereabouts of the Emperor.

There were many disciples searching the mountains and mountains. If they were alive, they wanted to see people. If they were dead, they wanted to see corpses. This was Elder Yun Wu's order and also the reason why everyone had the same hatred towards him.

Even though Cardinal had already jumped off the cliff, he still had to find his corpse.

Even though falling from such a high mountain would be a certain death sentence.

However, the people from the Hua Shan Sect were furious, they wanted to find this traitor! If he fell to his death and couldn't avenge his teacher's death, he would stab his corpse twice to vent the hatred in his heart.

He fell down the cliff, leaving nothing behind.

They searched for a long time, but they could not find the corpse of the Cardinal.

However, there were quite a few corpses of fellow disciples that were found.

During the chase, Cardinal had fled the entire way, but in reality, he had also killed his way through.

A body was found.

The corpse faced the cliff, and with one hand extended towards the cliff, there was a bloody hole on its body. One blow was fatal, and it did not bend, nor did it struggle or counterattack.

He died so easily.

"..."

If every dead person still had unfinished business, then there must be too many regrets left in this world.

Yes, it was a pity. But perhaps he did not regret it at all. In the end, he still threw out that blade. In the end, they looked at each other and smiled. In the end, they still did not owe each other anything.

"..."