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As soon as dawn arrived, Lin Xuan walked out of his house in Shield Ghost's black armor.
On the way, he encountered a group of ordinary people who had solemn expressions. The person with the highest cultivation here was only a Second Realm martial artist. They were all ordinary residents.
They were all silent. Wearing black clothes, they walked in a direction with a flower in each of their hands.
Although the flowers in their hands were different and were only wild flowers they had picked on the way, their emotions were similar.
Lin Xuan pondered for a moment and also picked a wild flower to follow.
The funeral was not only for the old man, but also every martial artist and ordinary person who had died in the battle last night. The entire process was very solemn, and no one spoke.
The whole thing began and ended in silence.
The old man's grave was nothing special. It was placed beside everyone.