Dongling City, in front of the city gates.
Clang!
Clang Clang!
With the suona and gongs leading the way, 'funeral' banners paving the path, paper money swirling in the air, and wailing that shook for miles.
A procession resembling a dragon approached from the distance; those driving carriages and walking on foot were all dressed in mourning attire, wailing with great sorrow, with the flags of the Sihai Business Association clearly visible.
"The Sihai Business Association again, they've lost someone else?"
"It seems so, and it's another important figure. Was it Fierce Tiger Village again?"
People near the city gates chattered, some with a schadenfreude smile, holding old grudges against the Sihai Business Association.
However, they still made way, as despite the successive deaths of its core members and the decline of its power, the Sihai Business Association was still not an entity ordinary folk could afford to provoke.
