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"That one is your Uncle Jizu's mother," Wu Lang pointed to another grave a distance away, even further down the hill.
Although there wasn't a formal cemetery, the burial spots were chosen with great care according to gender and status within the family.
Lian Shouxin took care of the burnt paper ashes, then shouldered the shovel. He did not take the path that Old Master Lian had walked down the mountain but turned onto a side path.
Lian Shouxin was exceptionally silent today.
Lian Manman took the basket from Wu Lang's hands, and without asking why, everyone simply followed Lian Shouxin in silence. Lian Shouxin stopped at a low slope at the foot of the mountain; before him lay a small grave. Although the grave was small, it was well-tended and without a single blade of overgrown grass.