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Seven days later, the grand funeral procession set out from Baishi Village. Following the same road they had taken when they buried Old Zhao, they once again arrived at North Mountain Valley. Once the array was activated, everyone was sent outside to rest in the temporary camp, while the Zhang Family's core members continued into the great array.

They personally placed the coffin in the underground palace at the heart of the tomb.

A Spirit Gathering Array had been carved inside the tomb, ensuring that Zhao Siqi would not truly die from depleted spiritual power during her long sleep.

Ordinarily, aristocratic clans would also set up Spirit Gathering Arrays in their cemeteries for those who needed to observe mourning. They still needed to continue cultivating while keeping vigil.

No one had expected that the Spirit Gathering Array here would be prepared for the dead.

Zhang Wushuang, Zhang Xi, and the others stood behind Zhang Mingshu, grief written across their faces. Though they knew their mother had not truly died, they still found the scene difficult to accept.

They watched as the stone gate of the tomb was completely sealed.

"Mother..." Zhang Wushuang's voice was choked with emotion. She had cried too many times over the past few days. Her voice had already grown hoarse.

Zhang Xi merely stared blankly ahead.

Zhang Yu held onto Zuo Wuming. Without using his abilities, Zuo Wuming was truly blind. When necessary, he could use his abilities to sense and distinguish the conditions around him. Now that his cultivation was relatively high, the expenditure was finally low enough for everyday use.

Even so, he could not keep it up for long. Especially over the past few days, when he had also been handling the affairs of all five counties under the Zhang Family.