Old Master Sun had no idea what his obsession was.
He had merely been so furious that his chest had clogged up. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had become a ghost, with a heap of unfilial sons and grandsons howling in fake grief around him.
They cried loud enough, but few had tears on their faces.
If there had been anything he wanted to do before death, now that he was dead, he felt those wishes had all become unnecessary.
He thought seriously for a long while before saying, "I just want to see a few old friends. Other than that, there's nothing."
This wish was far easier than taking revenge on his flock of filial sons and worthy grandsons. Pan Yun smiled and asked, "Give me their names, and I'll find them for you."
Old Master Sun said, "First, I want to see my old steward. He served me his entire life. I had meant to let his whole family leave before I died, but my death came too suddenly, and I never had time to settle it properly."
Pan Yun went to find the old steward for him.
When she reached the main road, she casually pulled over a servant and asked, "Excuse me, where is the old steward now?"
"The old steward?" The servant looked Pan Yun up and down and frowned. "Who are you? If you have business, find the steward in charge of you people. If that won't do, there's still Steward Sun above him. Why are you looking for the old steward?"
Pan Yun told the truth, lowering her voice into something eerie. "It's not me looking for him. Your master is."
The servant failed to hear anything eerie in her tone and instead misunderstood. "The eldest master