On the following day, the sky was overcast with continuous drizzle.
The funeral of Tan Qing, the former master of Jianghai West Hall, commenced as scheduled. The event not only rocked the entire Jianghai underworld, but also attracted numerous influential figures from outlying cities and even other provinces who came to send Tan Qing off on his final journey.
Naturally, among them were those who were sincerely mourning, and those who were not.
As is well known, West Hall had already started to fragment before Tan Qing's passing. Now with Tan Qing gone, the ambitious fellows in West Hall, those aspiring for power, were enough to start a lively drama.
Before all attendees had arrived, several hundred, if not a thousand people, were already lining both sides of the path outside the mourning hall. As always, they were dressed in black sunglasses and black suits, all wearing solemn expressions.
