Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, Chen Yi sighed and lifted a piece of cloth from the corner of the meditation courtyard, wrapping the body within.
Speaking of it, in his past life, he had little connection with Di Guan. If not for their joint resistance against the former emperor at the end, they were nothing more than fleeting acquaintances.
But a bond, however shallow, was still a bond. Giving the deceased a proper handling was only right.
Chen Yi placed the corpse, wrapped in cloth, outside the courtyard, adding dry branches and fallen leaves. From his chest pocket, he took out a fire starter and set it ablaze. Under the eerie blue flames,
Di Guan's body began to burn. After all, as a monk, the Buddhist Sect had always advocated cremation and simple burials.
White smoke curled skyward, and soon, the body was entirely consumed by the flame.
Watching this scene, Chen Yi couldn't help but reflect on a nagging question,
