Red Cloud.
Winter thunder rumbled and rolled.
The sunlight was blindingly white, and its glare on the snow only made people dizzier. From Green Luo to Heavenly Tribulation Mountain, all was draped in mourning white, with faint sounds of weeping rising here and there.
Xu Xuan's funeral had just concluded.
The Great True Person had said in life that, should he fall one day, his funeral should be simple. Thus, there had been no grand ceremony, only a memorial tablet placed in the Founders' Hall on Azure Sky Peak for those close to him to pay their respects.
Liu Shu Han walked out of the Founders' Hall, step by step. The wind and snow outside did not feel cold at all, but scorching instead, burning two trails of tears from her eyes.
She circulated her magical power lightly and wiped them away. Looking ahead, she saw a woman in a vermilion dress coming up the mountain path.
"Qingci."
Seeing that Xu Ming's Dao companion had come, Liu Shu Han's heart stirred. She restrained her grief and merely said, "If you wish to pay your respects to the Great True Person, you may enter the hall."
Song Qing nodded. After a brief silence, she said, "I have already paid my respects. I came here to find my husband's mother."
"The Grand Preceptress has stayed at the Clothes-and-Crown House behind the mountain for ten days now, refusing to see anyone."
Liu Shu Han sighed deeply. "I am afraid you will have to wait."
"Xu Ming... still does not know what has happened."
Song Qing said helplessly, "Now that his birth father has fallen, perhaps we should let him return-"
"The Grand Preceptress asked Mystic Unity to send word to Penglai. He is not to be told yet. We will wait until he