The battle cries still seemed to echo in their ears.
Those long-gone faces and familiar bodies were imprinted in the minds of the masses eternally and would never be erased.
Sometime later, the Xuanling Sect Sect Master slowly kneeled beside the countless graves.
Noticing the situation, Elder Mo, Elder Qin, and the Xuanling Sect disciples fell on their knees successively and bowed to those heroes who protected the sect with their lives.
"Junior Brother Zhou!"
A shout erupted suddenly.
Everyone quickly turned around and looked behind.
A young man who was all stick and bones completely fainted when he bowed.
Noticing the situation, Elder Qin rushed forward hurriedly and held up that young man who was void of color. After inspecting for a moment, he sighed softly.
