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The battle of the Ersi Mountain Range, which caused quite a stir, finally came to an end.
In this battle, Li Wentian was slain, Shaolin's Kong Yuan was slain, the Third Elder of Sword Sect was slain, and Tang Clan's Tang Jun was slain. This news quickly spread to various major companies, stirring up a storm. Almost every company was shocked and reevaluated Ye Xuan's strength.
Far in the distant west of Yan Country, on Qiushan Mountain.
An elder draped in a crimson kasaya, eyes slightly closed, appeared serene. In his hand, he held a chisel, continuously striking a wooden fish, chanting sutras for the deceased in a low voice.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The wooden fish resounded with "dong dong" sounds.
From the elder's withered eyes dripped tears; he was deeply pained inside.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a sharp gaze shot out, icy to the core. He coldly stared at the wooden fish in front of him, with a "bang", the chisel struck it.
