At that moment, at the entrance to the Luo Family's estate, powerful figures with imposing auras occasionally made their entrance. The mournful toll of a funeral bell slowly sounded, and the chanting of Taoist priests was incessant.
Luo Chen's father, Luo Changyao, stood to one side of the main hall with a grieving expression, a small white flower pinned to his chest. Luo Chen's coffin was placed in the hall of the front courtyard. Thanks to the mortician's meticulous work, Luo Chen appeared to be in a deep sleep, the wound on his neck reduced to a faint trace.
"Ye Qing, Patriarch of the Ye Family! One bow... a second bow..."
"Zhao Gongyang, Patriarch of the Zhao Family..."
"..."
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, but the atmosphere was oppressive and somber.
"Brother Luo, my condolences," Zhao Gongyang said softly, approaching Luo Changyao to comfort him.
