"You have no idea—the stable hand kept stopping himself, and he practically had a lifetime of doubts written all over his face."
Wen Xu: ...
The small county where Wen Xu had grown up was called Lushui County. The Lushui River ran through the entire county, making it a typical Jiangnan water town. The whole county was not large, but it was an important thoroughfare for commerce and trade, so there were especially many outsiders. The three of them were conspicuous walking down the street, but not enough to draw a crowd.
Wen Xu bought incense candles and spirit money for grave sweeping from a paper offering shop, then headed straight for the old scholar's burial site.
He had thought that, after nine years without visiting the grave, the grass atop it would have grown to his waist. Yet that was not the case. Some grass had indeed grown around it, but it was not serious. Someone had clearly come regularly to tend it, and even the tombstone had been wiped clean.
Not only that, but there was an additional tombstone beside it. As expected, it bore his name and the years of his birth and death.
Who had erected a grave for him?!
Puzzled, he could only set the matter aside for now.
"Your unfilial son, Wen Xu..."
Bian Chunchou and Chen Zui stood some distance away and did not step forward to disturb their friend as he swept the grave. Watching him firmly kowtow three times, they both felt a touch of sorrow for some reason.
Back in the Cultivation Realm, Wen Xu-Xu had always seemed calm and self-possessed. Even when he mentioned his adoptive father before them, there had not been much grief in his words. But he must have cared deeply in his heart, or else