A clamor of discussion erupted.
The cemetery's security personnel, responsible for maintaining order, mobilized upon hearing the commotion, rushing from all directions toward the center of the gathering. Chen Yang paid them no mind and continued forward.
Zhang Tianxiong's face was grim, but a ferocious smile soon twisted his lips, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. At this point, anyone could see that Zhang Tianxiong detested the young man and that the conflict between them was irreconcilable.
"Looks like this young man is really here to crash the party!"
"No doubt about it. I bet his arrival has something to do with Zhang Zhi's death."
This was supposed to be the tragic occasion of a white-haired man burying his own kin, and he was a prestigious Six-Bags Elder of the Martial Association. If the funeral was disrupted, not only would the deceased find no peace, but how could Zhang Tianxiong save face? To put it bluntly, this was an outright, public humiliation.
