Tears streamed down the faces of Sun Hongxiu and the other young man. They quickly wiped their eyes dry. Sun Hongxiu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her master, then put the corpse on her back to leave.1

“Sun Yifei,” Yuan Shuo suddenly spoke from a distance. “Why not bury Sun Moxian in Silver Moon? He should remain here if he has no other family. Silver Moon’s martial world is the homeland of martial masters. Since he has fallen in battle here, he should be buried here!”2

The martial world of Silver Moon!0

Sun Yifei looked at him and smiled after a moment. He raised his staff to the sky and smashed a massive pit out of the ground.0

“He has no family, I am his family!” Sun Yifei laughed. “Very well, you make sense for once, Yuan Shuo. If you die, I will offer your head to my disciple!”0

“And if you die, I will bury the two of you together!” Yuan Shuo responded calmly.1

“That is just as good!” Sun Yifei’s smile broadened. He stepped forward and reclaimed Sun Moxian’s body. Amid his two disciple’s teary gazes, he placed the corpse into the pit for burial. Sun Moxian had no family or master in the central...7