"So there's that connection as well. How rare!"
Zhu Huaishi was visibly moved. Seeing Zhao Lin's sincere outpouring of emotion, he felt a secret pang of shame.
Zhu Lihan was his great-grandfather. With an age gap of nearly two hundred years, they might not see each other for a decade at a time. It was impossible to say they had any deep affection for one another.
Thus, he felt no sadness over Zhu Lihan's passing, only regret that the family had lost its great protector.
"Young friend, please don't be sad. He lived a long and full life and passed away peacefully. In the mortal world, we call this a joyous occasion. We should be happy."
Zhu Huaishi said comfortingly.
"I lost my composure."
Zhao Lin raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.
Before long, the three of them walked into the mourning hall.
As was custom, Zhao Lin tied a mourning sash around his waist. He then took three sticks of incense, walked to the front of the hall, and bowed three times before the body.
