On a muddy country road, two black sedans were parked by the roadside. As the doors opened, Ren Heng stepped out, flanked by two men in suits. The sun beat down fiercely. Ren Heng raised a hand to block the glare, and one of the men in suits immediately pulled out an umbrella to shield him from the blinding light.
Ren Heng glanced toward the destination of the funeral procession, pulled a compass from his inner pocket, and studied it for a moment. A puzzled look crossed his face. "Just like last time, aside from good feng shui, I can't see anything special. It seems much like any other burial site. The only thing I don't understand is why Old Man Wu chose this place for his grave."
He shook his head and sighed. "Such is life—unpredictable as weather, fickle as the moon. Who could have expected you to die so soon after returning from Jiangjun Mountain, before they even had a chance to act?"
Chapter 580