Yang Ge stood expressionlessly at one side of the mourning hall, while Yang Tiansheng and Xiang Wudi knelt before Li Changjiang's spirit tablet to pay their respects, with Li Jincheng kneeling on the other side to return the gesture.
After the ceremony concluded, Yang Tiansheng and Xiang Wudi stood up, looking puzzledly at Yang Ge.
Yang Tiansheng, "You got the news pretty fast? To have come all this distance!"
Xiang Wudi, "You too, Li. Such a big event, and not even bothering to send someone to inform us? If we brothers hadn't been so well-informed, we'd have missed this..."
Yang Ge glanced at Li Jincheng, who forced a smile through his swollen eyes, and sighed lightly, "Let's go outside to talk. Let's not disturb the old man's rest."
He led the way, and the four men turned and left the mourning hall.
Yang Ge pulled out the Cold Moon Saber that had been stuck outside the door and hung it at his waist.
