However, when pushing open the grand doors, what met the eye was a hall filled with mourning whites and wreaths.
Amidst the fluttering white flowers, there was a team of seven Alices in the center of the hall, coordinating with a very dynamic rhythm of music—
Carrying the coffin and shaking the heavens!
The other Alices were circling around the seven warlords, weeping and wailing, clutching Lord Si Motu's black and white portrait, some even crying hysterically.
The Prince slammed the doors shut.
Calmly turned around and looked at Jiang Si, who seemed slightly displeased, and said flatly, "Sorry, there might have been a slight error. It's not that Mirror Country wants to curse you to death..."
Jiang Si was not particularly interested in their thoughts.
He was just annoyed by someone holding a funeral for him.
Once you're dead, you're dead. Just toss the ashes by the roadside; there's no need to bother with a burial ceremony.
Waste of time...
