Funeral

The next day.

Although a great deal of research material left behind by Liu Zhengqing still awaited study in the Experimental Graveyard.

Although Lisa Fei, who had always protected him, had been taken away by Fabio's mysterious faction, her fate unknown.

Liu Di still made his way first to a Mohist ancestral hall in Dongshan Province.

To attend Mo Yu's funeral and see him off one last time.

This time, Liu Di changed his outfit, which had remained unchanged for a thousand years.

He had specifically bought a black shirt. Combined with his despondent expression, it made him look utterly melancholy.

This Mohist ancestral hall was an ancient building with quite a long history.

White flowers lined both sides of the dozen or so stone steps.

Quite a few Mohist disciples stood apart from one another as well, their faces filled with grief as they gazed into the distance.

Liu Di slowly climbed the steps, his heart incomparably heavy.

At the entrance to the ancestral hall, Mo Lan stood quietly and bowed to Liu Di.

Liu Di slowly entered the hall.

He saw a several-meter-tall statue of Mozi standing in the center of the ancestral hall.

Mo Yu had already been prepared for burial and lay quietly beneath the statue amid a cluster of white flowers.

His eyes were closed, as though he were asleep.

The entire funeral was cold and quiet.

The Mohist Giant Son had always been unknown to the public, so the funeral was neither lavish nor attended by many guests.

Liu Di stood quietly before Mo Yu.

His feelings were beyond description.

Just one day ago, Mo Yu had been so vividly alive. Now, he slept forever.

Alas.

Scenes from the past resurfaced in Liu Di's mind.

The first time he met Mo Yu was when