Holy Land, Land of Redemption.
No one could have anticipated that the road to the Holy Land was so distant and that redemption would be so hard to obtain.
True Believers continuously encountered death along this journey; suffering and agony never ceased.
Wherever they looked, no one was without sorrow.
But what could they do? They were so insignificant and trivial.
True Believers could only welcome this dual funeral, for both the dead and the living.
Veldor stood on the outskirts.
There were no coffins, no wreaths, only plain hemp garments, cold corpses, and a dying Sect Priest.
The Sect Priest's days were numbered, and even on the day of the funeral, he was droopy, as if unable to open his eyes.
He was practically a dying man.
"Priest… is the priest truly going to die?"
A True Believer knelt down, incredulously asking as tears streamed out, sobbing silently,
"Oh Lord, why is this?"
