"I believe that all the elders and disciples of the entire temple think the same way, so I want to temporarily preserve the Great Elder's body. When we reopen the Azure Dragon Temple in the future, we'll hold a grand funeral for him."
Upon hearing Zhao Ya's resolute words, Guo Luming shook his head.
"Do as you like. I'm heading back. Haven't slept all night and I'm really tired."
With that, he turned and left.
Watching the somewhat stumbling figure of Guo Luming, Zhao Ya felt quite sad.
Once upon a time, this Elder Guo Luming was extraordinarily spirited, and during a book gifting at the Library, he caught all my attacks single-handedly.
Yet, as time passed, Guo Luming now seems like an ordinary old man.
Zhao Ya shook his head, dispelling that bit of sadness.
At this moment, everyone had already paid their respects to Guan Xuejiang's remains.
Zhao Ya took out a small packet and evenly sprinkled the powder inside over Guan Xuejiang's body.
