At this moment.
Si Hua City was shrouded in white.
As cultivators like Fu Xinyan and Su Xiaomu, they naturally adorned themselves in coarse hemp and mourning attire.
But all the women in the city also voluntarily changed into plain clothes.
Thus, almost overnight, the city was draped in white.
Since Lu Yiyuan's body returned to the heavens and earth, naturally, there would be no remains.
Hence, it was her robe and cap that were placed at the funeral.
Even so, all the women in the city still came to pay their respects.
And after paying their respects, these people didn't leave; instead, they quietly waited outside.
Night fell.
The area outside the City Lord's Mansion was already filled with people keeping vigil.
Not a word was spoken, and the entire Si Hua City was enveloped in an atmosphere of sorrow and solemnity.
Xue An, observing the etiquette of a junior, also kept vigil within the City Lord's Mansion.
The entire funeral was very solemn but also extremely somber.
