Under the dim twilight before dawn, a raging fire ignited the hemp mourning attire...
Li Jincheng, who had not slept for two days and nights, silently hugged his father's spirit tablet next to the bonfire, vacantly staring as the tombstone slowly settled, sealing the tomb chamber.
Yang Ge, Yang Tiansheng, and Xiang Wudi, the three brothers, stood behind Li Jincheng, exchanging glances.
Finally, it was Yang Ge who stepped forward, put his arm around Li Jincheng's shoulder, and turned his body towards the way they came, "Let's go, you have a pile of matters waiting for you back home."
Li Jincheng took one last look at the sealed tomb chamber, took a deep breath of the slightly cool morning air, and cracked a hoarse joke, "You really know how to comfort people."
Yang Ge, pulling him back, laughed, "It's not like I haven't said nice things too, but you just won't listen."
