"Take me inside!"
Li Yu waved at Lin Jia and strode into the courtyard.
"Yes! Yes!"
Lin Jia hurriedly scrambled to her feet and led Li Yu into the rear hall.
A Mourning Hall had been set up in the rear hall.
A pitch-black coffin rested within it.
Little Tingting was wearing mourning garments, kneeling in the Mourning Hall and sobbing chokedly as she picked up sheets of Spirit Money and tossed them one by one into the fire basin before her.
The cultivators of Yanhsia Grotto-heaven stood to one side with bitter expressions, sighing endlessly.
"It's over! It's over! Why did something like this have to happen?"
An old man wore a face of utter misery as he lamented, "I botched the task the Celestial Venerable entrusted to me. Is Heaven truly going to wipe out our Yanhsia lineage? If the Celestial Venerable returns, how am I supposed to explain this?"
"I have already returned."
Li Yu appeared before the Mourning Hall and swept an icy gaze over everyone inside. "What exactly happened?"
"Ah... Celestial Venerable?"
The cultivators of Yanhsia Grotto-heaven turned pale at the sight of Li Yu. With a thud, they dropped to their knees. "Please forgive us, Celestial Venerable! Please forgive us!"
"Big Brother..."
When Little Tingting looked up and saw Li Yu, tears streamed down her face. Crying, she ran over and threw her arms around him. "Big Brother, Grandpa... Grandpa is dead!"
"Be good, Little Tingting! Don't cry, don't cry!"
Li Yu bent down and picked up the little girl. Turning to the Yanhsia cultivators who were kowtowing and begging forgiveness, he asked, "What exactly happened?"
"Reporting to the Celestial Venerable!"
The elder of Yanhsia Grotto-heaven looked at Li Yu with a bitter expression. "Celestial Venerable, this lowly one failed in his duties and