Liu Family inner hall.
Liu Chongshan and Liu Hongyi had been waiting for quite some time.
Old Master had originally been speaking quietly with his son.
But the moment he saw the wooden box tightly covered by white cloth, the lingering smile on his face vanished instantly.
Ignoring Chu Xuan, who was following behind, he hurried over to the wooden box.
The white cloth was slowly lifted.
Looking at his late father's remains, which had finally been recovered, Liu Chongshan remained silent for a long time.
The anger, frustration, and worry that had been weighing on his heart finally turned into a weary sigh at this moment.
"It's good that he's back..."
Liu Chongshan extended his aged hand, seemingly wanting to touch the remains inside the wooden box.
But just as his fingers reached halfway, he seemed afraid of disturbing something and slowly withdrew them.
"Hongyi."
"Personally take some men and escort the remains to the ancestral hall. See that they are properly settled."
"As for the reburial, wait until tomorrow and choose an auspicious hour."
Liu Hongyi nodded solemnly.
"Dad, don't worry."
"I'll handle it myself. There won't be another mistake."
With that, he led several direct descendants of the Liu Family and carefully escorted the wooden box out of the inner hall.
Only after the remains had completely vanished from sight did Liu Chongshan let out a long breath and turn around again.
This time.
His gaze finally fell upon Chu Xuan, who stood by the door.
In an instant.
The inner hall, which had still held a few murmurs of conversation, suddenly sank into suffocating silence...
Chu Xuan was still wearing that mud-stained azure Daoist robe.
One shoulder was torn, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth that he had not had time