The crude camp and the grey skies. When a person saw all of this together, a sense of bleak desolation was inevitably born within them.

Qin Yu stood in front of the house, looking at a body covered with a simple white cloth. He glanced at Sang Zhu who seemed overcome with sadness and he couldn’t help but doubt his own judgment.

Perhaps he was overthinking things?

He secretly shook his head, suppressed these tumbling emotions. No matter what this woman seemed like right now, he shouldn’t lower his guard.

Sang Zhu looked up to reveal reddened eyes. “Everyone, daoist Shang Zhong had heavy injuries, but he died because he helped everyone escape from danger. I will take his corpse and return him to his family when we leave the Sea of Purgatory.”

She took out the items that were on the body and placed them next to the corpse. “These are fellow daoist Zhang’s belongings. In accordance with his last wishes, they will be given to his designated person. Now, I ask you all...