The cold wind howled, the snow was pure white, the trees were bare, giving off an air of emptiness and desolation.
Just as Wei Zhao had anticipated, the coffin had arrived in Yiling.
The Wei Family was a prestigious clan with deep roots here. Family members stood densely packed at the entrance of the old residence, waiting.
The elderly man supported at the front was the Wei Family elder, his face withered like dead wood, hair mottled with gray.
He wore mourning clothes, his expression filled with sorrow.
His hand trembled as he reached for the coffin, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Did Gui Zhi leave any words before he passed?"
In front of the clan elder, even the General had to pay respects, Chi Yu responded respectfully.
"He did not."
His voice was hoarse: "At that time, there was no opportunity."
Many people wiped their tears, suppressing their sobs.
The clan elder closed his eyes briefly.
"When Gui Zhi sent Feng Xing back then, I was also standing here."
