Fu Qian's actions were undoubtedly filled with sorrow in the eyes of the many spectators.
Since the beginning, Old Master Knight, even though he hadn't said a word or shed a single tear, everyone knew that this was an expression of overwhelming grief.
The death of an only son, his body never recovered, was something no one could easily accept.
After delaying for so long, today the funeral was finally held, perhaps signifying he had completely lost hope.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
Amidst the many sympathetic gazes, Fu Qian turned around and spoke for the first time.
"Thank you all for coming today."
His voice was hoarse but resigned.
"Not long ago, a kind young man was murdered, and I also went through some tough times because of this.
"All this time, because of an unrealistic glimmer of hope, I didn't hold a funeral for poor Sean...
"Fortunately, something quite good happened recently—I killed the person who murdered Sean."
