Boom!
The moment those words rang out, the Cemetery, which had just been ablaze with passion over "the prosperous age you wished for," seemed to have been muted.
The thunderous cheers stopped dead.
The air seemed to solidify into lead, weighing heavily on every heart until no one could breathe.
On the High Platform, all the color drained in an instant from Xu Anbang's face, which had just been brimming with pride and excitement.
He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
Inside the Cemetery.
Jin Dapao, the artilleryman who feared neither heaven nor earth, froze, the muscles in his face stiffening as the fiery light in his fierce eyes went still.
Li Hu, commander of the Iron Fist Division, had just been roaring at the top of his lungs. Now he stood motionless, like a stone statue.
Ouyang Jian, captain of the Sea Dragon, the hardened soldier who idolized the men of the Yue Family, felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!
It was over.
The question they feared most, the one they least wanted to face, had finally come.
The hand Yue Xiaofei held his phone in began trembling violently beyond his control.
How badly he wanted to hang up!
But he could not.
On the other end, Yue Qinhu seemed not to have noticed anything amiss. He was utterly immersed in memories of the past.
A gentle sheen of tears filled his clouded eyes-the unmistakable light of a father's love.
"Zhangkong... my eldest boy loved looking up at the sky ever since he was little."
"While the other kids played in the mud, he liked lying on a haystack, watching the birds and the occasional airplane... planes were such a rare sight back then."
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