Over Town Star Island, the plain white fabric fluttered in the air.
Hong Jufeng sat upright in front of his father's spirit tablet, his expression solemn, while armor was hidden beneath his mourning clothes. Staring at Hong Zhenyuan's coffin, his eyes were full of flames of hatred.
"Young Master..." An elder from the sect walked into the ancestral hall, hesitated, but still spoke out, "The feast is ready to begin."
Before Hong Zhenyuan was assassinated, he had been preparing to attack the Stone Mining Islands. It just so happened that the forces from their sect guarding the peripheral islands had been called back. Although they did not help in capturing the assassin, the good thing was that setting up the feast was easy.
The people of Town Star Island had been busy all night. By the second day, the funeral arrangements were made; with white cloths covering the coffins, everyone on the island awaited the meal.
