The Memorial Hall stood quietly beside the cemetery behind White Moon Sect.
This place was built to commemorate the cultivators who had sacrificed their lives protecting the sect throughout the centuries. Their names were engraved upon the black marble walls, allowing their families, friends, and disciples to have a place to remember them.
After all, when a cultivator died fighting a Pishacha, it was often impossible to recover the body.
The monsters rarely left anything behind. Sometimes, not even bones remained.
Because of that, this hall had become the resting place of countless memories.
At this hour of the night, the hall was mostly empty. Only, an elderly guard sat near the entrance reading a book under the lantern light.
Inside the hall, Shen Xing stood alone before one of the walls.
Her gaze remained fixed on a single name.
Wu Yuna.
Her mother.
For a long while, she simply stood there quietly.
Her thoughts slowly drifted back to the past.
