March Tenth, Funeral

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Five days ago, Nan Feng had brought Long Wudi's body back from the Endless Sea.

Before they saw the body, people could still cling to a fantasy.

What if Long Wudi was not dead yet?

What if he was merely trapped in some secret realm?

But fantasies were fantasies after all.

When his body returned to Dragon City, when the truth was laid before everyone, the last shred of hope in their hearts was shattered.

The entire Dragon City was grief-stricken. Lin Meimei, who had just given birth, fainted several times.

In the end, Long Aotian had endured the pain in his heart and arranged a simple funeral for the son he had been proudest of.

The funeral had been set for today, the tenth day of the third month, Dragon Calendar Year Two.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.

"Nan Feng, it's about time to begin." Xiao Luo's voice sounded from outside.

"I'm coming."

Nan Feng, seated cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and answered in a low voice.

For the past three days, Nan Feng had remained at home and dared not go to Dragon City.

He was afraid of seeing those grief-stricken faces.

He could only keep meditating and cultivating to numb himself.

But today, he had to go to Dragon City. Today was Long Wudi's funeral. He had to be there.

After leaving the house, Nan Feng and Xiao Luo walked side by side through the streets of South City.

"How is Lin Meimei?" Nan Feng asked.

"Mm... she's all right," Xiao Luo replied. "She's definitely heartbroken, but she's strong. She has no intention of taking her own life, and she's been taking care of Little Longyuan these past two days."

"That's good.