Langtian took out his dagger and began to carve the letters into the wooden plank he had just cut from a nearby tree.
Zhao Rui Chen
Mysterious Sun Sect
A good brother. A good man.
When he finished, he drove the plank into the soil. Then, placing his palms together, he bowed in silent respect.
Beside him, Yue Ling followed suit, her long sleeves drifting with the breeze as she lowered her head in quiet prayer.
There was no incense nor any paper offerings, but only a few plain buns and sweets, carefully placed on a clean cloth by Yue Ling, though she would take them back later of course. It was all they had.
Around them, the mist curled softly, and for a moment, even the wind seemed to still, as if paying its respects in silence.
"I swear, no matter how long it takes… I will avenge you, Senior Brother," said Langtian, his eyes filled with determination.
"And not just him," Yue Ling added softly. "All of them. Every soul buried here, every life taken."
