"Guests have arrived!"
Outside the Tian Family's Memorial Hall.
A resounding call rang out.
"Guan Xingguo of the Guan Family has come with his sons to pay his respects!"
A jeep with military plates pulled up outside the Memorial Hall.
Dressed in civilian clothes, the Old Man walked in silently with several of his sons.
The Tian Family's funeral had drawn the Capital's political and business heavyweights.
But the Old Man's arrival alone made everyone turn to look.
First, his status and seniority were so high that, by rights, he did not need to attend.
Second, word that Tian Guang had died at Little White Tiger's hands had already spread throughout the Capital's upper circles.
Although Tian Bo insisted that Tian Guang had been killed by a Converted Beast, no one believed him.
"Old Man."
"Old Guan."
"What brings you here?"
The guests rose to their feet.
Without any bodyguards, Old Guan strode up to Tian Guang's coffin.
His sons respectfully lit incense and bowed.
The Old Man stared silently at Tian Guang's memorial portrait, seemingly thinking about something.
"Old Man, have you come to laugh at us?"
An elder of the Tian Family kneeling nearby sneered coldly. "A cat shedding tears for a mouse."
"What do you mean by that...?"
The expression of the Guan Family's Old Third shifted slightly.
"Heh, Old Man, you've wielded Chun Prefecture well as your blade, killing Alien Races abroad and eliminating dissenters at home. Our Guang was still too green."
The woman beside the coffin all but stated outright that Tian Guang had died at Little White Tiger's hands.
Yet the Guan father and sons could offer no convincing defense.
Tian Guang had indeed fought Little White Tiger.
More importantly, Old Guan had no intention of explaining.
After reaching out to stop his