Mr. Sun Star & Miss. Moon Star

A month later.

Windflower City, Sword Saint's Valley. 

A maple leaf drifted off the branch it was attached to. The leaves slowly descend while flying around. 

Finally, it laid atop the energy protecting a body. 

THUD—!

THUD —!

Two individuals, a man and a woman, landed a hundred meters away. Both of them tied a black cloth around their faces.

"There!" The man pointed at an azure grass, a head taller than the golden leaf grasses that grew around the dead sword saint.

"The frost grass!" The woman gasped. "What about those golden grasses?"

"I don't know. We'll take some along but make sure you dig out the frost grass from the roots."

"Mn," the woman responded with a nod and slowly walked forward. 

They were desecrating the grave of a hero, an immortal who had saved the dynasty from a great disaster but both of them barely cared.