Without warning, wisps of smoke rose in the yard, accompanied by the scent of candles. There was also… a strong whiff of hard liquor.
It was as if Sir Wu was in the midst of memorializing someone.
Those who worked at the Board of Military were veterans of war. A sniff of candle wax and alcohol, followed by the sight of rising smoke, was self-explanatory to them. However, this time around, there were doubts that rose within their chests…
For all these years, more than thousands of generals from Yutang's Board of Military had perished in the battlefield, but no one had ever seen Sir Wu Ying paying tribute to anyone. He seemed to be eternally aloof, like the mortal world's emotions had nothing to do with him.
This time tonight, when there was a lull in warfare, why were the candles suddenly burning? Who was being memorialized? Who – who could possibly make this emotionless man pay homage so openly?