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On Starhold Island, white mourning garments fluttered in the wind.
With a solemn expression, Hong Jufeng, clad in mourning attire over a suit of armor, sat before his father’s memorial tablet. As he gazed at Hong Zhenyuan’s coffin, his eyes burned with hatred.
A sect elder stepped into the mourning hall.
"Young Master…" he said, hesitating for a moment. Eventually, he still decided to say, "The banquet has begun."
Before Hong Zhenyuan was assassinated, he had been preparing to launch an attack on the quarrying archipelago. Coincidentally, their forces stationed on the outer islands had been recalled. Though they had not been able to help capture the assassin, they came back at the right time to help prepare for the banquet, making the arrangements much more convenient.
The entire Starhold Island had been bustling with preparations throughout the night. By dawn, the funeral arrangements were complete. The white cloth was draped over the body, and the deceased was properly placed in the coffin, sealed and ready for burial. The island fell into a hush. Now, all that remained was to await the banquet.
"I'm not going," Hong Jufeng said, shaking his head and casting his gaze downward in sorrow. "I am not in the mood to eat."
Kneeling on the ground, he sat there like a sorrowful mountain of flesh.
Another close attendant of the island stepped forward and earnestly persuaded,...
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