-Yunhao City-
The clanckings of metallic broze plates and harmonious flutes resonated rhythmically across the road, marching in synchronization were the people in their normal attire, however the white bright slash in their waist and the one tied around their forehead symbolized their connection with the corpse that was kept inside the gigantic coffin.
Saluting the coffin were the locals who could only shed tears silently, mourning by displaying white paper lamps, on which their wish had been noted with black ink.
(Sail safely)
"She was the kindest soul." An old woman spoke, her voice was audible to everyone around. Tears in her eyes, "She saved my sole grandson from dying."
"Too bad, we don't know her name or face," An old man beside her said with a sigh escaping his mouth.
