At the Yuan residence, white funeral banners fluttered in the wind, and wailing echoed endlessly. The Patriarch Yuan's wife had cried until her eyes looked like bruised peaches. Supporting the coffin, her lips trembled.
"My son... your father already found ways to get heavenly treasures to rebuild your cultivation, why did you have to take your own life?"
Everyone in the Yuan family wore white headbands. The pain of an older person burying someone younger was something no one could bear, let alone the Patriarch Yuan, who had only this single son.
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