The vast Azure Dragon Plaza was silent.
The bloodstains left from yesterday's great battle had yet to dry, and the buildings shattered by the shockwave and the overturned, broken stone slabs all told of the fierce intensity of the battle.
At this moment, all the elders and disciples of the Azure Dragon Temple stood aligned in rank.
Everyone bore an expression of grief, with some quietly sobbing.
In the center of the plaza rested a coffin.
The coffin had been hastily crafted from a centuries-old pine tree from the back mountain, which Zhao Ya had broken with his Palm Power and dragged back.
Although the temple had no professional carpenters, Zhao Ya managed, through sheer skill, to carve a coffin from the massive pine log.
The pine wood's grain was quite clear, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of pine sap.
Within lay Guan Xuejiang's body.
Although a brand new robe had been put on him, it could not hide the emaciated body, weakened from over-exhausted Qi Blood.
