Ashes burned like fireflies blinking in and out of existence, flying past the expanse of leaves and into the starry night sky. The funeral pyre was lit before the whole of the village, aside from a small contingent that patrolled their borders. Even still, the ones not present would still hear via the voice transmission pearls the words of Li Wen, the Shadow Sect leader and father to Li Wuhan.
"We have suffered a great loss at the hands of a large lion fierce beast," Li Wen's voice shone with strength as he looked down upon the members of the sect. "But not as great a loss as it could have been." He looked at the two cultivators who had been dressed in their finest clothes. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared upon his own son. The two had been tied to their respective wood b
