The funeral at the Mo Residence was a grand affair. After all, Mo Yiming had been a figure of considerable influence in Mingzhou's tea market.
Moreover, his life had even carried a touch of the extraordinary. Calling him a legend of Mingzhou's tea market was no exaggeration, and naturally, many came to pay their respects.
By the time Yi Shuyuan and the others arrived at the Mo Residence, the household had already passed its busiest hours.
Clouds hid the afternoon sun, briefly easing the scorching heat, but fatigue was harder to fend off. Worn out by the past two days, the servants guarding the Mo Residence stood at the entrance leaning on their staffs, nodding off.
A breeze came with a trace of coolness, reviving the two servants a little.
They opened their eyes and saw a group approaching: three men and two women, none of whom they recognized, but all possessed an extraordinary bearing. The two women in particular, even with some of their radiance concealed, were still breathtaking.
Visitors like these, arriving on a day like this, could only have come to offer condolences.
"Have you come to pay your respects?"
Yi Shuyuan nodded from the front of the group.
"Ah, please come inside. May I ask who you-"
The servant on duty stopped halfway through his question. He had entered the Mo Residence as a hired hand at seventeen and had worked there for almost twenty years, becoming something of a steward.
As he took a closer look at the visitors, he suddenly recognized Qi Zhongbin.
"Elder Qi..."
The servant dared not finish. Although most of the household servants had eventually learned that the Old Celestial Master had attended the birthday celebration all those years ago, they had been ordered to keep the matter strictly confidential.
"What