My Own Arrangements

On Star-Suppressing Island, white mourning banners fluttered.

Hong Jufeng sat upright before his father's memorial tablet, his expression solemn. Beneath his mourning clothes, he wore a suit of armor. As he looked at Hong Zhenyuan's coffin, his eyes burned with hatred.

"Young Master..." An elder of the sect entered the mourning hall. After hesitating, he still called out, "The feast has begun."

Before Hong Zhenyuan was assassinated, he had been preparing to attack the Quarry Islands. It so happened that the forces stationed on the sect's outer islands had all been recalled. Though they had been no help in capturing the assassin, at least it made starting the feast convenient.

Star-Suppressing Island had bustled through the night. By the next day, the funeral arrangements were already complete: white cloth draped over everything, the coffin set in place, and the entire island waiting for the dishes to be served.

"I'm not going." Hong Jufeng shook his head and lowered his gaze. "I have no appetite."

He knelt on the ground like a melancholy mountain of flesh.

"Young Master!" Another close attendant hurried forward and earnestly urged him, "From yesterday until now, you've only eaten one suckling pig, one pot of meat porridge, two baskets of pastries, and four basins of meat soup... That isn't even enough for one of your usual meals. You've grown thin from hunger! Even if you're grief-stricken over your father, you can't neglect food and drink..."

"Other than avenging my father, I have no mind for anything else. If I do not avenge my father, how can I call myself a man?!" Hong Jufeng said indignantly. After a pause, his nose twitched twice, and he quietly asked, "Is there roast lamb?"

"They're all Golden Lambs brought from the Western Regions. When roasted, they smell heavenly and drip