C17 (1/2)

When the last ray of sunlight from the horizon disappeared, only then did Gu Fei regain his senses from his grief. He sprinkled a jug of wine in front of his master Wan Xiancheng's grave, then turned around and walked out of the grave.

At this time, a faint white mist unknowingly rose from the grave, causing Gu Fei to feel a bit chilly. He subconsciously tightened his clothes.

The dead were dead, so what was the use of grief? The moment Gu Fei walked out of the tomb, his eyes became determined, and without looking back, he stepped onto the gravel path in front of the tomb, and walked away.

When Gu Fei's somewhat lonely figure disappeared into the small alley, a creaking sound could be heard as the wooden door of a thatched cottage to the side of the grave was pushed open and an old man walked out.

This old man was very old. His teeth seemed to have all fallen out, and his hair was sparsely scattered. His face was wrinkled like an old tree bark, making it almost impossible to discern his appearance.

The old man staggered into the tomb. His eyes were cloudy and there was no power coming from him, but his back was very straight. This was an old man that could not be more ordinary, an old man on the verge of death.

The old man gathered a handful of white flowers around the grave, then walked through the graves and planted a bouquet of flowers in front of each one.

No matter how big the grave was, no matter how prominent the identity of the person inside it was, or how unknown the person, the old man would always place flowers in front of the grave without exception, not leaving a single one out.

When there were only the last flowers left in the old man's hand, he stood in front of a new grave. He didn't stop in front of any grave, but he stopped in front of the last grave.

In front of the dirt was a normal looking stone tablet. On the stone wall, there were five words written on it: Wan Xiancheng's Tomb. There was no signature, just five words.

The old man's turbid gaze stayed on the tombstone for a long time. Finally, he seemed to sigh deeply. Then, with trembling hands, he stuck a bunch of white flowers into the dirt in front of the tombstone.

The old man turned and limped out of the graveyard, into the hut by the entrance to the graveyard, then shut the wooden door with a creak.

At this moment, the smoke in the cemetery seemed to have grown thicker. The tombs were faintly discernible in the fog, and seemed to be real.

On a small path in the rear mountain, a person stopped Gu Fei. This person was a youth, a youth wearing a long, white robe.

When he saw this youth, Gu Fei's eyes narrowed into a line. He knew this youth, and knew this youth's cultivation level even more.

This was a youth that people would find hard to forget with just a glance. His black hair casually scattered across his shoulders, and his face was as sharp as a blade. His long eyebrows reached his temples, and his pair of eyes were as bright as the stars.

”I heard that you defeated Wang Yuanzhi, but I don't believe you. Dongfaang Chen's tone was very calm, there was even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

However, Gu Fei felt a strong pressure from Dongfaang Chen's body. This young expert was not simple, and was indeed as the legends said, he was an expert among the young generation.

”What? Are you going to stand up for someone with the surname Wang?” Gu Fei looked straight at Dongfaang Chen, his gaze as sharp as a knife. He was not afraid of the oppression the other party gave him, so what if the young experts in the sect were rare?