At this time, Li Zhirui was unaware of the news of Li Zhiyue's passing, he continued to cultivate, refine pills, and study the Pill Recipe.
It was Jiang Fengwu who had left seclusion. Hearing Li Wenli's words, she sighed lightly and said, "Zhirui is still in seclusion; I, his sister-in-law, will go in his stead."
The funeral for Li Zhiyue was not grand; it was even carried out quietly.
Moreover, since her body was not present, only a cenotaph could be erected, its lengthy inscription recounting her life's deeds.
Of course, the content was somewhat glorified.
After all, descendants would come to pay respects in the future, and it wouldn't do for them to see less favorable aspects of their ancestor, would it?
It was not until over half a year after the funeral that Li Zhirui emerged from the quiet room.
"You were in seclusion for such a long time and yet you didn't break through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage?" Jiang Fengwu, seated in the pavilion, asked with some surprise.
