Silence lingered atop the Tenth Summit, with only the sound of rain striking the cliffs remaining, the entire mountain seeming to mourn the departure of the Sword Venerable.
For a long while, no one spoke, and even Jiang Ruyin instinctively remained quiet.
Although she still did not know exactly who the Sword Venerable was, just witnessing everyone's reactions allowed her to understand one thing; someone unimaginably important had fallen.
Eventually, Wang Daoyun slowly raised his head, his expression having already returned to its usual calmness, after all, grief alone could not change reality.
The dead had already departed, but the living still had to continue walking forward.
"Grandmaster."
Wang Daoyun's voice was respectful as he spoke, "The recent changes occurring throughout heaven and earth..."
He paused briefly before continuing, his gaze gradually growing deep.
