He feels himself grow cold as he remembers the raging of the sects' disciples at the Burial Mounds, the ache in his weakened and bleeding arm as he fought to protect, to defend the little that was left.
Wei Ying is right. He himself had been unable to do so, and no one else had thought to give him rites. They sought only to destroy everything, including his very spirit if they could.
Jiang Wanyin still does.
"It is no trouble," he says, just as quiet. "Truly, it is not. I will do it."
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He feels himself grow cold as he remembers the raging of the sects' disciples at the Burial Mounds, the ache in his weakened and bleeding arm as he fought to protect, to defend the little that was left.
Wei Ying is right. He himself had been unable to do so, and no one else had thought to give him rites. They sought only to destroy everything, including his very spirit if they could.
Jiang Wanyin still does.
"It is no trouble," he says, just as quiet. "Truly, it is not. I will do it."