Pacifying Injustices

Juluzhou, Zhao Family ancestral grounds.

This once-thousand-year-old lineage was now draped in mourning white, every member's face colored with grief.

Li Qing had arrived at an opportune time, just in time for Zhao Tianxiong's funeral procession.

The burial site for the coffin had already been chosen. The Zhao Family had specially invited a Feng Shui Master to select a treasured Feng Shui site, claiming that burial there would not only preserve the family's fortune from decline, but also allow the deceased to be reborn in their next life with spirit root aptitude.

As for whether that was true, it was all the Feng Shui Master's own claim. Believe it if you wished; dismiss it if you did not.

But Immortal Cultivators naturally held some degree of faith in those mysterious, ineffable matters.

Standing outside the Zhao Family ancestral grounds, Li Qing watched with his own eyes as a group of Zhao Family disciples carried out a spirit coffin, dressed in sackcloth and wearing mourning bands as they headed toward the chosen treasured Feng Shui site.

Every Zhao Family disciple escorting the coffin wore not only grief upon their face, but also concealed traces of worry in their eyes.

They had offended the Blood Spirit Sect, and now the entire family could be said to face morning uncertainty and evening danger. On top of that, Zhao Tianxiong had passed away.

This thousand-year-old lineage now looked as though the tree had fallen and the monkeys would scatter.

Every branch of the Zhao Family was plotting to divide the family assets and flee before the Blood Spirit Sect's retaliation arrived.

Even the main branch likely thought the same.

Li Qing recognized the man leading the funeral procession. He was Zhao Tianxiong's own son, Zhao Nan. Li Qing had met this junior before.

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