Chapter 622 The Grave Below the Poplar (2/2)

Fang Yanying nodded. She had the same thought. Today's happenings were too weird not to do anything about it. She also harbored a lot of doubts, ”If the situation is not right, I will use the Taishang Sword.”

Chen Jinchan understood what she meant. The Taishang Sword had immense power. Once it was unleashed in Zifu Peak, it could potentially destroy all the decorations inside it. Granted, if the time comes when the source of the odd changes was averted and pacified, it would still spell humiliation for Qing Xuan.

Perhaps what Fang Yanying inherited was the orthodoxy of the Temple of Killings outside of the Qing Xuan Sect. If the Forbidden Area of the Ancestors was damaged, it would indeed be possible that those actions will carry negative associations, affecting Chen Jinchan's authority.

Chen Jinchan could not care less about these minor details and instructed, ”Doyens and disciples, I ask that for the moment you do not enter Zifu Peak.

After finishing his sentence, Chen Jinchan and Fang Yanying went up the mountain and promptly reached Taiwei Pavilion.

They were doubly shocked. Their suspicions had been true all along – someone did indeed enter Qing Xuan.

All they saw was a person standing with their hands clasped at the back, facing the grave at the base of the poplar tree. The both of them only saw his back. If they did not actually see 'him', surely he would not notice that a person was standing there.

The gosling-yellow of the poplar flowers looked like an ear of wheat. They alternated between the leaves of the tree so that some were visible and some were hidden, and petals swaying gently and gracefully with the wind. The scene was beautiful, but it gave one's heart an inexpressible feeling of sorrow.

Both the Divine Guardian Dragons of the Mountain shrunk themselves to three feet long and crept on the ground.

There was a length of a Blood Red Long Sword in front of the two dragons. The sword was finally noticed by Chen Jinchan and Fang Yanying. For reasons she did not know, after Fang Yanying saw the Blood Red Long Sword, the inexplicable sorrow in her heart completely transformed into an insuppressible pain and suffering. Her tears silently trickled to the ground.

Chen Jinchan opened his mouth to ask, but before a word could be uttered, the person turned around slowly. As he turned, the person exhibited an aura that was incredibly familiar to the both of them. They were quite astonished, and that astonishment immediately turned into wild joy. The both of them kneeled immediately.

”Headmaster.”

”Uncle-Master.”

Shen Lian spoke, ”When did my Senior Apprentice-Sister pass away?”

Chen Jinchan's emotions were immeasurably stirred, but he tried his best to control himself and replied, ”Aunt-Master had left us for about thirty years now. Before she left, she instructed the disciples to lay her to rest here.”

Even if Shen Lian was already among those of Tianyi, he still could feel an endless sorrow after losing two of his closest colleagues within one day.

”Senior Apprentice-Sister, you were still unable to crash through that preoccupation of yours, to the extent that you could not be rid of that wild fantasy. It was my fault.” Shen Lian thought to himself, Gu Caiwei decided that after she passed she must be laid to rest here. However, Shen Lian could not understand the reasons why Gu Caiwei was unable to rid herself of the fantasy. She had never stated clearly this sentiment, and now she had passed away and laid to rest in her grave.

And today was truly a day where his heart was filled with grief – words could never describe the pain he felt now that Gu Caiwei was in eternal rest.