Officer Zhao thickened his skin and spoke.
"Me too!"
Officer Yang wasn't willing to back down.
"Alright."
Bao Longwei consented silently.
"Originally, the one to bid farewell to Jiang Feng should have been Director Han, but she is far in the south, and with the war being intense, I couldn't notify her. I had no choice but to let you join in bidding farewell to Jiang Feng."
Bao Longwei said wistfully.
Three days later, Jiang Feng was given a grand funeral.
The date was chosen by the people from the Astronomical Bureau, and the location was selected at the hillside of the back mountain of Black Iron Mountain.
Little Huowa wore mourning clothes for Jiang Feng.
Clumsily placing the cap on Jiang Feng's head, he watched with Uncle Huo as Jiang Feng's body was placed into the coffin.
On this day, the people of Dragon Capital were no different from usual.
The order at Zhenbei Prison was the same as usual.
