Not far from Anwu Cemetery, there's a century-old tavern.
The white snow covering it gives the tavern, which already has an ancient style, the feeling of an ink painting.
Compared to the solemn atmosphere on the main road leading to Anwu Cemetery, this place is bustling with activity, the scent of wine and tea tantalizing people's taste buds.
The entire hall is fully packed.
As they raise their cups and exchange toasts, everyone is discussing Chen Yang and Li Jitang's funeral.
Their words are filled with respect for Li Jitang.
But whenever Chen Yang is mentioned, it turns into overwhelming abuse and relentless criticism.
By the window, a young man in a white robe drinks tea alone.
That youth is Chen Yang himself, listening to the personal attacks directed at him with no expression on his face, showing no intention to respond.
The aroma of hot tea fills the air, while the snow whirls outside, creating a sense of leisure.
"Humph!!"
