"Lord Hogg is actually dead? Is—is it true?" A group of Wushan Town's residents were grieving over Hogg's death.
"What a fine nobleman he was. To think he died just like that. I wonder what will become of Wushan Town now. Lord Hogg had kept taxes so low all these years, and even paid money out of his own pocket to the kingdom. Where could we find another nobleman as good as him?"
The residents of Wushan Town were grateful to Hogg, too.
White cloth now hung throughout the Baruch Clan's manor. Lin Feng wore mourning clothes and knelt silently before the spirit tablet in the middle of the hall. The Shadow Mouse, Beibei, lay beside him, not daring to make a sound, as if sharing Lin Feng's grief.
The mourning period lasted seven days.
Though it had come a little late.
And today was the first day of mourning.
Over those seven days, Lin Feng never left the mourning hall. Following proper etiquette, he thanked each of the residents of Wushan Town who came to pay their respects to his father.
When the mourning period ended, Lin Feng didn't leave Wushan Town right away. Instead, he sat alone in the wicker chair his father had once loved, thinking quietly.
"I've been in this world for nine years now. Nine years. In that time, I've grown from a child into a young man, but my father has passed away."
"Why did I transmigrate into this Coiling Dragon world? Is this Fate?"
"I took Lin Feng's place and became the protagonist of Coiling Dragon. Am I supposed to walk Lin Feng's path to power all over again?"
"No. Never. I am me, and Lin Feng is Lin Feng. He has his own fate, and I have mine. Even if Heaven wants