One Should Do As One Thinks

Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly as his pupils constricted. He then he stood up in front of the large canopy. Standing straight, he looked calmly at Yun Zhilan.

Everyone around the Sword Hut was kneeling. Even the officials of the Qing diplomatic group were kneeling sincerely in front of this Great Grandmaster's coffin. This was a minute detail in rites the Qing Emperor had personally authorized before they came. No one made a single mistake.

When Fan Xian rose, it was particularly eye-catching. Inside and out, there were over a thousand people. Only he and Yun Zhilan were standing in front of the black coffin.