Yue Lingxi's life came to an end, and the entire Luoxia Sect mourned in unison.
Seven days later.
Peak Rain Mountain.
Lu Qingfeng took out his storage bag, feeling sentimental for a moment.
This Supreme Elder was indeed a respected senior. He dragged his decaying body, probably foreseeing the end of his lifespan. Yet, he still used his dying breath to win over Lu Qingfeng.
There seemed to be a purpose behind his actions.
Yet, as death is a major event, Yue Lingxi's integrity still earned Lu Qingfeng's admiration.
Hence, he did not dwell on it further.
"Everyone has their destiny."
Having experienced countless lifetimes in different worlds, Lu Qingfeng had long viewed life and death with tranquility. Being faced with reality once again, it moved him somewhat.
He shook his head.
Opened the storage bag.
A glance dispersed much of his sorrow.
