Afternoon.
Wen Ru planned to hold a funeral for her father, Wen Zichen.
"Fellow Daoist Wen."
After foreseeing the situation, Ning Daoran conveyed through a sound transmission, "This matter should not be publicized. Although Ouyang Po is dead, the Heavenly Slaughter Sect still has a Golden Core Elder and several Late-stage Foundation Establishment Guest Elders roaming outside.
I hope you will carefully consider this matter. For the worshipping, it would be prudent to announce it as a tomb without a body."
"Understood."
Wen Ru pursed her red lips, knowing that Ning Daoran was looking out for her.
After a brief contemplation, she realized the correctness of Ning Daoran's reminder and said, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist, I will only set up my father's spiritual position in the ancestral hall, and the burial will certainly not be publicized."
"That is for the best."
Ning Daoran, along with White Deer, decided to leave.
"Brother Ning!"
