Yang Ge stood expressionless at one side of the mourning hall. Yang Tiansheng and Xiang Wudi knelt before Li Changjiang's spirit tablet to pay their respects, while Li Jincheng knelt on the other side to return their bows.
Once the rites were over, Yang Tiansheng and Xiang Wudi rose and looked at Yang Ge in puzzlement.
Yang Tiansheng said, "You certainly get your news fast! You came all this way!"
Xiang Wudi said, "And you, Young Master Li-why didn't you send someone to tell us about something this important? If we hadn't had our ears to the ground, we wouldn't have made it..."
Yang Ge glanced at Li Jincheng, whose reddened eyes accompanied a forced smile, and sighed softly. "Let's talk outside. Don't disturb the old man's rest."
He led the way, and the four of them turned and left the mourning hall.
Yang Ge pulled up the Cold Moon Saber planted outside the door and hung it at his waist.
Looking at the Cold Moon Saber, Li Jincheng lowered his head and forced out a choked smile. "In the end, I still needed you to come help..."
The sight of his strained smile left Yang Ge feeling uneasy too. Softening his voice, he said, "I understand why you didn't tell me about Chain Wharf fighting that Brocade Sail Wharf for territory. That's your own business, after all, and my getting involved really wouldn't fit the rules of the martial world. But Uncle Li's passing... what were you thinking?"
It was perfectly normal that Li Jincheng hadn't asked him for help after Chain Wharf suffered setbacks against Brocade Sail Wharf.
A Buddha fought for a stick of incense; a man fought for a breath of pride. Chain Wharf was, after all, a renowned name in the martial world. If they