"Deng Changfeng, head of the Deng Family of Jiangnan, has arrived to pay his respects to Dragon Lord Lin!"
"Wang Changhai, head of the Wang Family of Jiangnan, has arrived to pay his respects to Dragon Lord Lin!"
"Cai Tianming, head of the Cai Family of Jiangnan, has arrived to pay his respects to Dragon Lord Lin!"
As the master of ceremonies at the entrance made one booming announcement after another, expensive black luxury cars drove into the Dragon Sect compound in succession.
The heads of Jiangnan City's first- and second-tier families, dressed in solemn black formalwear with white flowers pinned to their chests, slowly entered the funeral hall with grief-stricken expressions.
As families making their living in Jiangnan, they had plenty of dealings with the Dragon Sect. Whether for business connections or out of fear of and a desire to curry favor with this massive underground force, they had no choice but to attend this funeral—and they had to show sufficient respect.
The family heads lit incense and bowed before the coffin, their movements meticulous. The grief and regret on their faces made it seem as though the deceased had truly been their closest friend.
Yet deep inside, ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through their hearts.
This is fucking unbelievable...
Deng Changfeng, head of the Deng Family, bowed while frantically ranting inwardly. The mighty leader of the Dragon Sect, an Elixir Force expert, actually got himself fucked to death by artificial rain? If this gets written into the family records, won't future generations laugh their teeth out?
The Wang Family head beside him was red-faced as he desperately held back his laughter. *This is too absurd! Too ridiculous! Lin Yang was quite the talent, all right. To end his life in such a heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping way—he really was a