If I die, do not grieve for me. Bid me farewell with a smile.
Those are Yuan's own words.
Everyone decided to respect his words. At this moment, they continued their conversations with smiles, refraining from wailing or shedding a torrent of tears, though their emotions sunk for a fleeting moment.
Here, silence prevailed for a long time.
"Is he really dead?"
The voice of the God Machine God Monarch rasped as he asked.
How many years of friendship they shared, from the humble times when the Xianmen Sect had no Nascent Soul Cultivator, studying and living together, experiencing the latter years of the sixth leadership of Wu, witnessing the rise of the Xianmen Sect, from the Nine Spirits Realm to the Horned Ming Realm, and then to the entire Ancient Divine Domain, now eyeing the Great Thousand World Clusters.
Is the era of the seventh leadership ending, just as the sixth leader Wu settled in Qingfeng University?
