Whoosh!
Paper money fluttered all about, drifting with the wind.
The funeral procession moved slowly, with the sound of the wind itself seeming to carry sorrow.
Li Yan's family also belonged to the Li Family Castle by surname, but his branch was dwindling, and he did not have many close elders.
Fortunately, Wang Daoxuan was presiding, Sha Lifei was running errands, and neighbors along with the villagers helped, so the old man's funeral was extremely meticulous.
Choosing the site, setting the coffin, arranging the memorial hall, burial...
Even the experienced village leader, Li Huairen, secretly gave a thumbs up and specifically took some time to connect with Wang Daoxuan.
As for Li Yan, he likewise kept busy amidst his grief.
It seemed that only by doing so could he momentarily forget his sorrow.
Now that his closest relatives were gone, he was left to wander alone between heaven and earth.
