"The corpse-burning ground..."
Shang Wunian stared at the drifting bone ash and murmured softly.
An elder from the Jinyu lineage beside him chuckled darkly.
"What, Fellow Daoist Shang, were you really planning to invite one back to worship?"
Shang Wunian didn't deny it, nodding lightly.
"That was indeed my intention before coming. I thought there might be a suitable one, but now it seems impossible."
He let out a breath and said slowly,
"This is the final resting place of an entire clan. With such a heavy weight of destiny, who could possibly pry someone out?"
"Gentlemen, please begin."
The elders of the Jinyu lineage moved off at his word, their disciples and followers trailing behind. They began to survey the surroundings, burying items for their work.
Bai Mo couldn't make out their methods, so he turned to Yuan Chu and asked,
"What's so special about this corpse-burning ground?"
