Nine days later.
The Wang family was draped in white.
Amidst the sounds of sorrow, everyone respectfully accompanied the old madam on her journey up the mountain.
Yi Chen's masterful skills as a Funeral Host naturally earned effusive praise from the mourners who had come to pay their respects.
It could be called an art!
Soon after the Wutong Demon Body perished that day, the Wang family old madam unfortunately passed away.
Her brief improvement that day was nothing more than the final flicker of vitality before the end.
Yi Chen ultimately still completed the task as a Funeral Host.
"These past days have been arduous for the Taoist master."
Madam Wang, dressed in mourning clothes, bowed deeply to Yi Chen, her eyes red-rimmed.
There's a saying that's right, wearing mourning clothes makes one more fetching.
