As soon as the words were spoken, Yue Guannan's imposing presence deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly wilting.
Her eyes lost their luster as well.
Nonetheless, sitting on the chair, her spine remained as straight as a sword.
"No need for rest; there are seven days until my brother's funeral. Undoubtedly, many things will happen during these seven days. Let me guard here, as a way to... send him off on his final journey!" Yue Guannan said in a somber tone.
The second young lady did not persuade her otherwise, just nodded, "Alright!"
Then she turned and knelt again beside the coffin.
After such an ordeal, the people of the Yue Clan became increasingly united.
Although the atmosphere remained heavy and somber, there was now a sharp, unabashed resolve.
Meanwhile, Xue An was also busy.
This was a planet long abandoned and dead.
On the surface, there was nothing but endless gravel.
Yet atop such a worthless planet, a bottomless pit suddenly appeared.
