Champion Marquis Huo Qing wiped the blade of the Three-foot Prince, then looked at Lu Mingyuan, who was staring blankly at the coffin before him. He sighed and said,
"My condolences."
Lu Mingyuan's gaze was distant as he said woodenly,
"The ancients often said: 'What passes is like this, yet it never truly goes. What waxes and wanes is like that, yet it never truly diminishes or grows.'"
"Everything that passes, like the river's water and the waxing and waning moon, doesn't disappear just because it flows away. It is still the same river. It doesn't change because the moon is full or new; it is still the same bright moon."
"So, that means Elder Mr. Qi is still alive in this world. He hasn't truly died, right?"
"Which ancient sage said that? I can't say I've ever heard it."
The Champion Marquis carefully considered these words and found they contained a hint of the Dao's profoundness.
He had a good idea what Lu Mingyuan was thinking. In a deep voice, he said,
