Someone dragged the corpses of Chen Xiangshang and Chen Beilie away, like dragging dead dogs.
Then, twenty-four robust young men stepped forward with synchronized strides, just as the steward was about to commence the mourning ritual.
Xue An waved his hand, stopping him, and then turned to signal the newly arrived Fire Phoenix Special Forces personnel.
"Come over here and lift the coffin!"
"Yes!" Fire Phoenix's captain Cheng Hao took the lead, with all the members of the Fire Phoenix advancing to support the coffin.
"Start the procession!" Xue An called out softly.
The coffin was lifted from the ground and then Xue An personally assisted with the coffin.
"Let's go! Escort the old master on his final journey!"
With this command,
a path opened up with a roar before them.
Chen Rushi knelt down by the roadside, already crying hysterically.
As the members of the Fire Phoenix carried the coffin past her, Chen Rushi bowed deeply.
"Grandfather, may you have a good journey!"
