It continued until evening, and the sun finally set. A cool breeze came through, and Gouwa felt a bit more comfortable, lazily lying on the ground.
In the room, Liu Qiang was hugging the old lady, both crying bitterly. The old lady was sobbing, "My grandson was so young and died so miserably. Why does that man get to live to an old age? The heavens are unjust, and fate is blind."
Liu Qiang consoled, "Mom, please don't say such things. Be careful not to offend the gods above."
"Am I afraid of offending gods? I've lived most of my life without worth. The good die young, and the wicked live for millennia. I fear nothing now and I will speak my mind."
Liu Qiang comforted her a bit more, his eyes reddened from crying. He then left the room, seeing Yun Qi sitting under the shade of a tree, he walked over dejectedly and whispered, "Little Master, thank you. Though it's a bit late, at least the murderer was found, giving my wife and child some justice."
