Your Father Is Alive!
The five people stood before the deceased man, staring at his corpse. The body was withered and wrinkly, showing none of the grandeur that he carried before in life.
Chantelle had to resist the urge to kick him. She almost wanted to spit on the ground. "Disgusting stinky old man. He's such a miser. He wants to come back even in death. He doesn't have the dignity of a Grand Meister at all!"
Katherine rolled her eyes. "As if you wouldn't want another shot at life if you were reaching the end of your lifespan?"
"Not like that, I wouldn't," Chantelle said proudly, tilting her chin up. "That's deplorable, having to depend on someone else's body for your own gains. Not only that, he won't even leave a way out for the future generations? When I become as strong as this, I'll definitely go out gracefully or die in a moment of splendour. I won't cling to life like this. It's so ugly."