The Xuanyuan Sword hovered at his side.
Objectively speaking, this was perfectly normal and reasonable, but why was it still so annoying?
Out of a certain sense of respect, Zhao Bai left the unconscious taxi driver where he was and drove off in his cab. Using the navigation, he found a funeral supplies store and rather solemnly bought a box of matches and a bouquet of white flowers.
They were not acquaintances anyway. The cheapest offerings would do for a memorial.
As for the matches, they were for burning a book.
Once he had prepared everything, Zhao Bai leisurely drove back the way he had come. The taxi driver had woken up but had not left, instead waiting pitifully in the same spot. Zhao Bai could not help but laugh.
"You're waiting here? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
The taxi driver said seriously, "I can't. You drove off in the thing I use to make a living."
His vision blurred again.
Zhao Bai knocked him unconscious once more with a chop to the neck and stuffed him into the taxi. Returning to the unnamed grave, he placed the white flowers before it, then sat down and took out the black-and-red book, along with the matches.
"The Godfather of the New Era... lies in this grave. It's rather sad."
As Zhao Bai read the introduction printed in the book, he gently tore it apart and lit it with a match, watching the pages dance through the thick smoke.
He truly could not think of any eulogy.
Someone like Qing Ye did not need one, either.
Zhao Bai silently burned the book until the final page turned to ash. It was the evaluation he had written himself. Once he had finished, Zhao Bai stood and brushed the soot from his