More than twenty young warriors remained silent as they cleared the path by moving all the scattered skeletons to the side. When they reached the center, they found Master Benwu sitting upright in a sand pit, his entire body enshrouded in dried blood, motionless, without a trace of life.
Mr. Zhao, the young Taoist, and the old Taoist all stared motionlessly at the corpse of Master Benwu. Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and Zhao Ruonan also bowed their heads in silent mourning, and the young warriors uniformly removed their hats to pay their respects.
After a while, Mr. Zhao said to the warriors, "Bring it out."
The warriors touched Master Benwu's corpse, the dried blood encrusting on the body had long hardened, forming a tough shell, and the body itself was as hard as a steel sculpture. Several warriors exerted strength together to lift the mage's corpse and placed it on the sandy ground beside them.
Master Benwu still maintained his sitting position.
