"Wooo... how could this happen?"
"Father..."
"Yunfeng..."
At the Azure Cloud Sect's Headquarters, in the Jiang Residence.
Heart-wrenching sobs filled the air, and grief hung over everything.
The entire residence had been shrouded in snowy white. White mourning banners and candles stretched as far as the eye could see, and everyone wore sackcloth mourning robes.
Fang Qianyuan entered the residence and once again saw his Master’s Wife and his senior brothers and sisters.
This time, besides them, members of the Jiang Clan of Abundance City and blood relatives close to Jiang Yunfeng had all hurried over, except for those who truly could not leave and had to remain in Abundance City.
This was the first step in publicly announcing his death. Jiang Yunfeng was no ordinary man, and the disposition of his estate, along with the debts of gratitude and grudges he left behind, all required someone to take them on. Unlike a rogue cultivator, he could not simply be buried and have everything end there.
Those entitled to his legacy would enjoy it.
Those responsible for his obligations would shoulder them.
Father and son, master and disciple, clansmen, sect, fellow cultivators...
Different relationships carried different implications.
Without realizing it, Fang Qianyuan had already become an important member of Jiang Yunfeng's circle.
When he stepped into the makeshift mourning hall, everyone from the Jiang Clan of Abundance City instinctively turned their eyes toward him. Even his Master’s Wife and his senior sister, who had been weeping nearby, raised their heads.
"Junior Brother, you're finally back!" A trace of joy appeared on Sun Zhuo's face, only to fade into sorrow. "This... this was far too sudden."
"Yes, far too sudden!" Fang Qianyuan sighed inwardly, silently sweeping his gaze over everyone in the mourning hall.
He was not familiar with those members