Below the star-chariots stood countless foxians.
This was a foxian funeral. Since some foxians often vanished without leaving even their remains behind during war, and since foxians were generally exceptional pilots, this ritual had come into being: placing the condolences of the living and the burial offerings of the dead aboard star-chariots, then sending them off into the sea of stars.
Naturally, the star-chariot representing Tingyun also carried items. Yanming, who was also a supervisor, had gifted a traditional foxian paper kite used to console the departed. There was also Tingyun's seal as an envoy guide, the dishes Tingyun loved that had been sent by the merchants of Golden Person Alley, and a cup of tea named after Tingyun.
Each departing star-chariot was a painful memory.
And this scene further strengthened the foxians who believed in the Hunt in their resolve to take revenge on Destruction.
Of all the Aeons an Emissary of Destruction could provoke, it had to be the Hunt—the most proactive and most vengeful one...
"The memorial ceremony is over. Want to try some food? This is an upgraded version of Miss Tingyun's favorite dish," Chen Luo asked.
In an extremely conspicuous spot that no one "noticed," a table suddenly grew out of thin air, covered in dishes.
By common sense, a funeral feast really should be held after a funeral.
"In our tradition, you eat at a funeral feast after the funeral is over," Chen Luo said.
"Is that so? Then... I'll have a bite." Jing Yuan sighed.
Little Tingyun in Chen Luo's arms stared at the departing star-chariot with a reluctant expression.
My seal as an envoy guide...
Can it be replaced? Would I have to pay for it myself?
When everyone had placed those things aboard, Little Tingyun had wanted to keep them, but