Three beats of the cloud board rang out from outside the mourning hall.
This was to inform everyone that the auspicious time was nearly upon them.
Yet, the Song Family had not decided on the person to perform the basin-breaking ritual.
Those inside the mourning hall whispered among themselves, no longer daring to point and gesture as before.
Song Jiyun stood in the center of the mourning hall and called out in a stern voice, "Where are the pallbearers?"
Caught off guard, everyone looked at Song Jiyun in silence, and you could hear a pin drop in the mourning hall.
"Here! They're here!" Steward Wu announced, wiping sweat from his brow, his voice particularly loud.
Immediately, eight tall and strong pallbearers carrying sticks and hemp ropes walked in, accompanied by sixteen others standing guard beside the coffin.
The already cramped mourning hall suddenly became congested.
Song Daliang was taken aback.