"Fare thee well on thy journey, Daoist!"
Xuanqing and Jing Yao wore expressions of pity and compassion.
They had witnessed the demise of the Curse Demon God. Such a massive millstone had smashed down upon him, and the Curse Demon God had fallen straight down, resting in eternal peace.
With a heavy heart, Xuanqing commented, "The Curse Demon God met an end befitting his fate."
Jing Yao Venerable nodded, "Indeed, his death has pointed out the way for us. It is undoubtedly great and respectable. We must never forget him."
Xuanqing maintained a solemn countenance: "We deeply commemorate."
Jing Yao wiped the corners of his eyes: "We mourn with profound sorrow."
"May the legacy of Daoist Curse last forever."
The two Demon Gods bowed deeply to the doll representing the Curse Demon God and cast an additional curse to ensure that he would not awaken for a good while.
Unfortunately, Xuanqing had not originally intended to send the Curse Demon God off.
