Countless points of golden light rose from every corner of the Banks of the Wangchuan River. They were like specks of starlight, converging to form a shimmering river.
Watching the Wandering Spirits praying with such devotion all around, Jiang Younian felt an endless sense of sorrow in his heart. These were someone’s fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, and children. They lingered at the banks of the Wangchuan year after year simply because they could not let go—they could not let go of everything they had left behind in their lives.
The human world had its four seasons, but how long must one wait at the Wangchuan River to finally reach a day like this? Jiang Younian looked at Xie Nanzhou, who stood silently to one side, his eyes burning with emotion. He felt that at this moment, a profound heaviness of grief draped over him.
Chapter 62