Zhu Jinfeng, with reddened eyes, poured a jug of strong wine before the spirit, choked out: "Ye Qingzhou, I was still thinking about discussing Sword Dao with you after ascending to Martial Saint..."
Leon remained silent, only placing a War Merit Medal before the coffin—that was the highest honor he received secretly joining the military and during a certain operation.
Lii Yan'Er gently set down a jade flute, whispered: "Back then you said you wanted to hear me play 'Sword Spirit,' today... I play it for the last time for you."
The sound of the flute sobbed, like crying and telling a tale, echoing in the hall of spirits, everyone listening couldn't help but shed tears.
Senior Lu Yifan and Miao Yi stood side by side, both had become outstanding Martial Artists, even joined the military, entered the Divine Strategy Army, but now they took off their uniforms, with the courtesy of a Martial Artist, knelt on one knee, said solemnly: "Junior Ye, have a good journey."
