Isaac gazed around and noted the terrain and their situation.
A hill stood right behind the grave, while before it was the depression where Everest Sect was. To their right was a stretch of upland, where numerous guards stood sentinel.
He then saw eight chairs. Marco took the chair on the rightmost, and the remaining chairs were still empty. Many people in long cloaks were on both sides of the grave. He could sense that they weren't just any average martial artist.
"On your knees!" a guard snapped as he pressed Isaac toward the ground.
"I have my dignity to uphold and will never kneel," Isaac replied coldly.
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