Seven days have passed since the rumor of the eldest son of The Foster Family’s demise reached Lakeview City. In these seven days, the news has spread throughout Lakeview City and the surrounding prefectures. In fact, it may have already traveled beyond Lakeview City, sweeping across the entire Daxia region and even reaching other dynasties outside Daxia.

The master of The Foster Family had no idea how far-reaching the impact of this event was. He only knew that his own child was gone—a parent with white hair sending off a child with black hair. Grief-stricken, all he could do was arrange the funeral. However, since Charles Foster perished in the Evernight Wasteland and not even a body was recovered, what was buried in the ancestral tomb of The Foster Family was merely a set of clothes The Foster Family’s eldest son wore as a child, along with a wooden horse.

Charles Foster had left home at a young age and rarely returned, so there weren’t many of his belongings left at home.

The ancestral tomb was purchased by The Foster Family a few years ago. Facing the sun and backed by a mountain, it was a fine spot. The old master of The Foster Family had thought he would be the first to be buried there, never expecting that his promising eldest son would precede him...

The weather was gloomy, and soon a fine rain began to fall, accompanied by the rumble of spring thunder.

Although only a set of clothes was being interred, countless people still came to pay their respects.

Not only did the heads of various noble families in the city attend, but also renowned independent cultivators from within and outside the city, and those who had received favors from The Foster Family. Even the headmaster of Baixiang Academy arrived, accompanied by three of the four chief instructors and over a dozen teachers. The city guardian of Lakeview City, along with his staff, spiritual generals, and other officials, also came in droves. They all gathered before the tomb, standing silently in the rain, waiting to send this set of clothes into the grave...

They had already waited for half an hour, yet the burial had not begun.

No one urged or hurried; everyone simply waited patiently.

Because at this moment, they were all waiting for the envoy from the Immortal Hall to arrive and pay respects to the young immortal master Charles Foster.

According to ancient custom, whenever an immortal talent passes away, even the reclusive elders of the cultivation world would issue a decree of condolence.

The young immortal master Charles Foster had already entered the Seven Kings Immortal Hall as a companion reader during his lifetime. In the Daxia Dynasty, that was already a figure above the mundane world. Naturally, the Immortal Hall should send an envoy to pay respects—perhaps even the Immortal Emperor himself might issue a decree. Previously, The Foster Family had received word that an immortal envoy was indeed on the way. Now, unable to wait for the envoy, they dared not proceed with the burial.

They waited for a long time, but the mountainside below remained shrouded in mist, with no sign of anyone approaching.

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“Your Highness Seventh, it’s time to depart…”

Meanwhile, ten miles away, beside a roadside pavilion, a grand procession of three to four hundred attendants was waiting. Some held burial gifts bestowed by the Immortal Emperor, some carried soul-guiding lanterns, others held white flowers, and some bore incense for calming the soul. The scale of the procession was nearly on par with that for paying respects to a noble prince.

Yet, though this procession was only a step away from the tomb, they had all stopped here.

Inside the pavilion sat a young man wearing a golden crown and yellow robe, with a white band tied around his arm. He lounged on a stone bench, the table before him piled with fresh fruit, which a maid lazily fed to him as he bantered with her.

Beside him stood a chubby eunuch in blue robes, who quietly urged, “Your Highness Seventh, you are here by the Immortal Emperor’s command to deliver the decree and send off the young immortal master Charles Foster. We really shouldn’t delay any longer. Even though it’s only a burial of clothes, it still represents the attitude of our Immortal Hall. This is our chance to show The Foster Family, Lakeview, and the world the dignity of our Immortal Hall and our appreciation for talent…”

“What are you so anxious about? Don’t you see it’s raining? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get wet?”

The young man, clearly impatient, turned and glared at the chubby eunuch.

The eunuch glanced outside the pavilion at the misty drizzle, looking helpless. Bowing, he whispered, “Your Highness’s immortal body is precious and mustn’t get wet. This old servant can disperse the clouds for you…”

“Clouds and rain are the workings of heaven. What makes you think you have the audacity to interfere?”

The young man glared at him again and added, “I’m not in a hurry. I’ll just wait here!”

The eunuch’s face grew awkward. After a moment’s hesitation, he said with difficulty, “Your Highness, the immortal master Charles Foster is still waiting…”

Crash—

Suddenly, the young man flew into a rage, sweeping all the fruit from the table onto the ground. Everyone in the pavilion was startled and fell to their knees.

“Then let him wait!”

The young man’s expression turned incomparably dark. “When he was alive, I didn’t dare make him wait. Now that he’s dead, can’t he wait for me?”

The eunuch bowed low, not daring to reply.

“Even though he’s dead, don’t think I’ve forgotten how he treated me back then…”

A deep hatred appeared on the young man’s face as he spoke through gritted teeth, “He was a dog raised by our Immortal Hall, yet he always liked to teach his master how to behave. He was a wild weed that grew out of the mud of Lakeview, yet he always acted as if he was bestowing grace upon the world. I should have been the one he supported and served the most, but all he ever did was scold me…”

“Someone like that deserved to die in the Evernight Wasteland, deserved to be laughed at by the world!”