Rest In Peace
บรรณาธิการ: Chrissy
Li Xi's funeral was very simple.
Surrounded by green mountains and waters in a hard to come by peaceful place outside Ghost Weeping Forest was a plain and simple tomb where his remains was buried. Li Xi's original magical treasure, heavenly fragrance tripod, stood in front of the tombstone. Burning under the cauldron was the un-extinguished cooking fire, and the soup that was boiling inside the cauldron would never dry up. The steam that swirled up from the cauldron was so dense that it was as if it resembled the smiling face of that fat man.
Besides Li Xi's grave, the cloth tomb of Shen Yiwen and Wang Donghua was set up according to their seniority.
Headed by Ouyang Shang, the present cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect on the scene softly sang a send-off song, a farewell to friends of the same path who met misfortunes en route in the path to immortality ahead of others.