Yunzhang County, Yun Clan Village
The atmosphere within the Yun Clan Village was heavy with sorrow.
Above, thick, oppressive clouds blanketed the sky, slowly torn apart by rays of sunlight.
The torrential rain that had poured relentlessly finally began to ease.
Warm sunlight broke through the parting clouds, casting its golden light upon the earth. Yet, its warmth could not reach the frozen, grief-stricken hearts of the Yun clan members.
"I've already informed my father. He'll ensure that the one responsible for harming you is found and executed personally, to honor your spirit in the heavens."
Clad in mourning white, with a veil of grief covering her head, Baili Moxue knelt silently before a black coffin.
Her delicate hand tenderly caressed Yun Yantian's lifeless face, straightening his features with care. Though her voice was calm, her gaze was icy with resolve.
