8:30 a.m.
With more than an hour remaining until the Public Memorial Ceremony, large crowds within Anhua City began converging on East Mountain Park.
Regardless of age, gender, status, or rank, every person wore a white flower tied to their right arm.
Without exception.
As soon as the date of the memorial had been set, word had spread from the Patrol Department that anyone could come to mourn the victims of the Heretical God's Utterance Incident.
That was why so many people had come of their own accord.
As an aside.
By tradition, the white flowers worn when mourning the dead were best made from white cloth.
Because of this public memorial, every bolt of white cloth in the city's fabric shops had sold out. Many commoners could only fold white paper into flowers.
Xing Peng's father-in-law, Fan Ancheng, and his family were among the crowd.
And not just them.
Anyone with even a little status or standing had come, without exception.
Didn't want to come? Heh! When Director Cheng had formed the charity association, he had privately said, "Anyone who doesn't come, I'll remember very clearly."
Those words still rang in their ears. Who would dare not weigh the consequences? Anyone with even slightly better sources knew that the person truly calling the shots in Anhua City was not the Grand Governor, but the Director of the Patrol Department.
Director Cheng would personally preside over the memorial. Not attending would mean disrespecting the Director. Did they still want to make a living in Anhua City afterward? Before long.
The luxurious Crystal Energy Car carrying Fan Ancheng's family slowly came to a stop in an open area some distance from East Mountain Park.
The driver in white gloves respectfully said, "The roads ahead have all been blocked off by the