When Bu Fang got up from bed and arrived in the kitchen, Ji Chengxue had already left. After swallowing half of the Phoenix Blood Herb, he managed to overcome death and survived. Bu Fang was glad that the herb was not wasted.
The melodious ringing of a bell with a touch of sorrow and melancholy came through the window. That was when Bu Fang remembered that today seemed to be the day of the old emperor's funeral.
After hesitating for a moment, Bu Fang finally decided to head toward the Gate of Heavenly Mystery to have a look. After all, he had a pretty good impression of the old emperor. He was not only a good emperor but also a gluttonous one.
After deep-frying two Oyster Pancakes for breakfast, Bu Fang put on a fur overcoat and walked out of the store. He hung a sign on one of the boards at the door and then headed toward the Gate of Heavenly Mystery.
Heavy snow was still falling from the sky in a graceful manner, like a beautiful painting.
