Great Liang had always been in turmoil, though Su Chen didn't know why.
The Major Sects of the Martial World and hidden Secret Sects wanted to see Great Liang fall, and now even the neighboring nation of Great Zhou was getting involved, despite three hundred years of peace between the two countries.
Standing at the entrance of a funeral parlor, Su Chen mulled for a moment before deciding not to get mixed up in it. He turned and headed for another Funeral Hall.
Soon enough, Su Chen was thrown out.
"Three hundred taels of silver, and you want a plot in the Burial City Suburb? And a grand funeral, at that? What are you dreaming of? Every inch of land in the suburbs is worth its weight in gold. Even the worst grave costs at least a thousand taels of silver..."
The funeral parlor attendant sneered, the contempt he felt for the poor wretch all but written on his face.
"Is it really that expensive?"
'Three hundred taels is already a lot of money.'
